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“The porchlight coming on again” (Weldon Kees, “1926”)

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Are you from Aran?

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I stayed on Aran one winter in 1972, alone. No hotels, no rooms, no restaurants. Knocked on doors to find a room. I fell in love with the island and later wrote about it. Beautiful, radical, magical, other.

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