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Morning CryEnglish narration
POEM + COLOR
Morning Cry
FEELING, IN COLOR
Every Hue, Opalescent
In an opal, tiny silica spheres diffract light, creating flashes of color that shift as the stone turns. Move your cursor over the scene below to see those tears become opalescent sparks.
THE APARTMENT BEHIND THE POEM
Where I Wrote and Cried
This is a slightly cartoonified photograph of the apartment in New Haven where I wrote many of these poems—and also where I regularly cried.
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