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(Poem by Wendy Howe ) A man believes if Venus de Milo had arms and was brought to life by the temple gods, she would be his slender bride. Wrapped in a white towel, Galina stands piling asparagus into a pewter bowl. Red sunlight flowers against her hair and he knows such beauty can last only minutes -- seeds dispersed by time, taken from the awareness of evening and a sculptor's eye. To know more about this poem, about Wendy Howe All Images & Poems (En) 
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