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Poetry Rx: Lost Work, Paralysis, and Gun Laws

In our column Poetry Rx, readers write in with a specific emotion and our resident poets—Sarah Kay, Kaveh Akbar, and Claire Schwartz—take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Claire Schwartz is on the line.

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Dear Poets,

My best friend lost something he has been working on his whole life. Could you send me a poem that he could use right now? 

Signed,
Caring Friend

Dear Caring Friend,

When you work on a project for a long time, that project can become your companion, confidante, sanctuary, challenge. I’m sorry about your friend’s loss. Still, how gorgeous your friend’s lifetime of making: that practice of sustained attention extends far beyond any finished

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