... 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)
Friday, May 16, 2008
Fragment from a Lisel Mueller Poem
... 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)
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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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