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Why I Came

Nomi Stone
Under amber, the nearly lost

city: I dream myself

here, to enter how I imagine

we had once lived, until our cities

were paved over, stones

from our graves laid

in the new city's walls.


I came because, here,

amber flooded and

cooled over the homes, over

hands blessing candles inside.

And breath from the lost

cities kept moving in living





The above poem is an excerpt from Stranger's Notebook (Northwestern University Press, 2008). For more information, please see


A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare. For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought; as if we could be satisfied with the dews of the morning or evening without their colors, or the heavens without their azure. - Henry David Thoreau


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