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by Denise Levertov My wedding-ring lies in a basketas if at the bottom of a well.Nothing will come to fish it back upand back on my finger again.It liesamong keys to abandoned houses,nails waiting to be needed and hammeredinto some wall,telephone numbers with no namesattached,idle paperclips.It can’t be given awayfor fear of bringing ill-luck.It can’tContinue reading “Wedding-ring”