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 Nate Klug is a senior English major at the University of Chicago. This fall, he is studying British literature and history in London. Email a friend >> Printable version >> |
Kalden's Story
Drepung, Tibet, 1958 So won a name in this place,
handing off lath strips to a hammer's
measure, seeing the passing girls' slits
in roils of timber grain.
Mountains, barley, scaffold,
dirt. I was sixteen. And hourly
from the hoods of faraway bells
monks emerging like hairless animals.
I was sixteen. What did I know
of sovereignty, or the new soldiers
by the gate, chinning their shotguns
like violins? Nights, a tin roof
wind cracked flat; my sister,
flushed with child, hushing a child. |
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