--- title: And genre: verse id: and toc: "And" epigraph: content: | "What is your favorite word?" "And. It is so hopeful." attrib: Margaret Atwood link: 'http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2011/oct/28/margaret-atwood-q-a' project: title: Elegies for alternate selves class: elegies order: 3 next: - title: Words and meaning link: words-meaning prev: - title: How to read this link: howtoread ... | And you were there at the start of it all | and you were there at the end bitter as a [nail][] | and you folded your [hands like little doves][] | that flew away like an afterthought | when you turned to me and the window light | on your face when you told me and I did not | recognize you in the throng of those who | are not you and I asked [are we in a church][church] | and you answered with the look on your face | like birds [caught in a snare][] like on a voice | and I think it might have been my voice | and I could not do but look away my head | was not my head anymore or hold my thoughts | I never did get an answer from you but from | the [man on the radio][] murmuring all night | and I couldn't understand him so far away | and I could tell I was missing something important | and you nodded to yourself at something he said [church]: boar.html [hands like little doves]: cold-wind.html [nail]: last-passenger.html [caught in a snare]: roughgloves.html [man on the radio]: worse-looking-over.html