<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356438" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Inflection</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are white planets in a galaxy, these wheels <br>of cheese—before the fungi knobble the skin, cobble <br>some resistance in the rind. Deep in the cool <br>caves of Auvergne, a nun sets the circles on shelves <br>so their surfaces will stain, sheen, stipple, <br>shade … while above her, a Latin chant <br>folds many women in one voice. If glass <br>were music, could it sound like this? <br>How can we call those words <br>human, when they’ve flown so far <br>from our commerce, our marketplace? <br>Every mold that steeps the skin is local: grafted <br>and endangered as the dead letters become notes <br>floating still in vowels from the nuns’ grille</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Christina+Pugh">Christina Pugh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=356438" data-title="Inflection de Christina Pugh" data-description="They are white planets in a galaxy, these wheels of cheese—before the fungi knobble the skin, cobble some resistance in the rind. Deep in the cool caves of Auvergne, a nun sets the circles on shelves so their surfaces will stain, sheen, stip..."></div> </div> </div>

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