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By
Daisy Bassen
Some Say The World Will End
Could paradise happen to us?
Could we be transformed, blossoms falling
From the sky, manna falling, ambrosia falling,
Could we understand every creature’s speech,
The libretto of the rhinoceros, the villanelle
Hissed by a king cobra, so beautiful?
Could there be such a sweetness
We should never tire of it, a perfect parade
Of novelty? Could we look into the varied sky
And see what has been hidden, grasp the width
Of boundless nebulae? Could paradise happen to us?
Could we be eaten up by fire running up
And down the hills, could we be ash
In the air, along the whole coast, the unbroken rind
Of the country? Could you put on a mask
To keep us away?
Daisy Bassen
I am a practicing psychiatrist and poet. I graduated from Princeton University with a degree in English and completed my medical training at the University of Rochester and Brown. I have been published in Black Buzzard Review, Oberon, The Sow’s Ear, AMWA Literary Review, The Opiate, SUSAN|The Journal, Arcturus and Adelaide Literary Review. I have pending publications at The Delmarva Review, The Minetta Review, Wilderness House Literary Review, Pirene’s Fountain, After the Pause, THAT Literary Review, LEVELER, Mothers Always Write, Mobius, The Paragon Press, MORIA, IthacaLit and The Cape Rock. I was a semi-finalist in the 2016 Vassar Miller Prize in Poetry. I live in Rhode Island with my husband and children.
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