There
When Trakl crossed over, the angels
accused him of the same poem
again and again. He held up
the face God gave him
and showed them the deep and lovely
line a single, recurring tear,
sliding earthward,
carved on a stone cheek.
—Gregory Orr, The Caged Owl: New & Selected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2002)
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