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I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.

But, for the unquiet heart and brain,
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise,
Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.

In words, like weeds, I’ll wrap me o’er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold:
But that large grief which these enfold
Is given in outline and no more.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson
from “In Memoriam A.H.H.”

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Alina Gregorian holds an M.F.A. from The New School. Her poems have appeared in various publications including, Caketrain, Fou, Juked, Elimae, The Best American Poetry Blog, and Pax Americana. She is a recipient of the Academy of American Poets College Prize and is an editor of the poetry magazine Maggy. This is her blog:

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  • ZP April 17, 2010, 1:48 pm

    I love this and I love Alina Gregorian

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