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Winter 2002
THE ARCHIVE
Issue #9
The Journal of the Leslie/Lohman Gay Art Foundation


Two Poems
By Bill DeNoyelles

(Untitled)
He left me soon as it was early enough for
Him to have found me & found me inadept at what
What like the snow that falls right here doesn't do
Since though north it is it is the proof he guesses
Of the opposite of warming and so of future use
There's no way he can't have another lover
I'm older than almost any other, so it's not nor is
It done by the rapid swath he seems to make for us
Let this go away, hurry it without pleasure
he will
Or won't for anyone's sake pretend love's gone or not
~ Bill DeNoyelles

Euripides
'at last I'm sorry we are done & will
not meet again.' - Bernadette Mayer
The dry grasses

Tired of August of summer
And love tried but tired
Unable still as now September
To have just his hand on or
In presence of his smell
From the four corners of
The storm that brought me here
To count silence
~ Bill DeNoyelles


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