Thomas Lux

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Thomas Lux (December 10, 1946February 5, 2017) was an American poet.

Quotes[edit]

  • Your baby grows a tooth, then two,
    and four, and five, then she wants some meat
    directly from the bone. It's all
    over: she'll learn some words, she'll fall
    in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet
    talker on his way to jail. And you,
    your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue
    nothing. You did, you loved, your feet
    are sore. It's dusk. Your daughter's tall.
    • "A Little Tooth", in Líneas conectadas. Nueva poesía de los Estados Unidos. April Lindner, Editor. Sarabande Books, Louisville, Kentucky. ISBN 978-1-932-51121-5

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