The Paris Review

Alicia Wright

EVERYTHING THAT RISES

One after another the angel of historyWomen: rural, 9, 1536, 1547, 1550, the angel of history1551—52, 1559; in business, 147; and the angel of historyathletics, 245—46, 565; and education the angel of history266, 1533, 1536—38; and flowers, 340, the angel of history385; folkways among, 451,I can no longer hear the music the angel of historySingings, all-day 1039—40 the angel of historySit-ins: and civil rights movement the angel of history [1978] is a grim novel exploring future the angel of historyLet Gaines rest the angel of historyin peace the angel of historythe monograph had been adhered to an the angel of history1838 copper-plate the angel of historyHe asked I’d forgotten the angel of historySouth that has all but vanished the angel of historyThe fracture in the ledger grave-marker the angel of historyThe dog that bit my father digs in it the angel of historyMost artists in the South have embraced the tenets of the angel of historywhat is loosely called modernism the angel of historyHot knobs of the rooms I cannot enter the angel of historywreckage upon wreckage the angel of historyWhat calls from the dead in the flat air the angel of historyThat I can hear the angel of historyMass., and a Norman-style Episcopal church in the south the angel of historyMothballs and tin in the slat-shelf pantry the angel of historyCollapse in her last kiss the angel of historyTechnocolonialism the barbs on the wire the angel of historyily, 1049; image of, 1492 the angel of historyBottle trees the angel of historyInto the hulls of westward-racing ships the angel of historywent bags of letters desperately calling the angel of historyA tithe purloin’d cankers the whole estate the angel of historyThe ledger the fissure the sin of the dog the angel of historyMay at his perill further go the angel of historyClay clods the slippery elm leaf spray the angel of history386; as symbol, 586; and concurrent the angel of historyMyself no better than the angel of historyThe blood from my mouth the angel of historyThe fourth escaped into the tall August sugarcane the angel of history

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