"Another eschatological dream. I never dream of J. dead. But here I am at the cemetery and his grave opens. I see him whole, lying untouched by decay. But his body is completely covered with fishes. I see their dead white bellies. Only his head is bare. He opens his eyes."
—from "Industrious Amazement: A Notebook" by Anna Kamienska, found in the March 2011 issue of Poetry
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