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this same half-stopped moment,
it’s almost dawn,
and a woman in a wheelchair
is singing..."</title><description>“in Portugal,&lt;br/&gt;
this same half-stopped moment,&lt;br/&gt;
it’s almost dawn,&lt;br/&gt;
and a woman in a wheelchair&lt;br/&gt;
is singing a fado&lt;br/&gt;
that puts every life in the room&lt;br/&gt;
on one pan of a scale,&lt;br/&gt;
itself on the other,&lt;br/&gt;
and the copper bowls balance.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Jane Hirshfield, &lt;em&gt;Poetry&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/244410?utm_source=tumblr&amp;utm_medium=social_media&amp;utm_campaign=general_marketing"&gt;September 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://tkeady.tumblr.com/post/35973482419</link><guid>http://tkeady.tumblr.com/post/35973482419</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2012 02:44:44 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
