Friday, December 26, 2008
this is from a truly boring movie i watched for a class
in the past when out ancestors died we burned their bodies collected the bones and threw them in the water so when the white man came and used his pan we thought the spirits had returned looking for their bones
found poem
I've been going through my old writing and I found this poem. I searched lines of it on the internet for a while because I couldn't believe I possibly wrote something so good, and disappointingly enough I hadn't. I just forgot it was a C.D. Wright poem because it uses so many of my favorite words.
So Far Off & Yet Here
Because I know this is going to be painful
I can feel the pain before it acquires a shape
Now nearer to me
How at night it is just audible
like mice in the insulation
So windows snow and pears soften
an old house settles into its infested studs
Always there is more inside
than outside in the open
Where I came to be identified with
your scars and green limbs
Now nearer to me
What in the meantime happened to my eyes
they shone at least they seemed capable of shine
But a poem on a page by itself
does not penetrate the retina of fear
Now nearer to me
So the mind dispels us
radiators gasp and washers wear out
Your left middle finger sinks inside me
the nail of love just holds.
So Far Off & Yet Here
Because I know this is going to be painful
I can feel the pain before it acquires a shape
Now nearer to me
How at night it is just audible
like mice in the insulation
So windows snow and pears soften
an old house settles into its infested studs
Always there is more inside
than outside in the open
Where I came to be identified with
your scars and green limbs
Now nearer to me
What in the meantime happened to my eyes
they shone at least they seemed capable of shine
But a poem on a page by itself
does not penetrate the retina of fear
Now nearer to me
So the mind dispels us
radiators gasp and washers wear out
Your left middle finger sinks inside me
the nail of love just holds.
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