Fragment from a Lisel Mueller Poem
Friday, May 16, 2008
... but this body
is home, my childhood
is buried here, my sleep
rises and sets inside,
desire
crested and wore itself
thin
between these bones—
I live here.
(From "A Nude By Edward Hopper" in THE POETRY OF SOLITUDE: A TRIBUTE TO EDWARD HOPPER)
1 comments:
Wow, what a poem to highlight. I'm feeling more at home myself after reading it. There's nothing to miss. It's all here with me, in me.
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