Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Poetry Wednesday

small insomnia

i wished very much to
take down the sky to pull it
all in from the edges/
crumpled against my chest
and nothing overhead.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:

The Forms of Love
by George Oppen

Parked in the fields 
All night 
So many years ago, 
We saw 
A lake beside us 
When the moon rose. 
I remember 

Leaving that ancient car 
Together. I remember 
Standing in the white grass 
Beside it. We groped 
Our way together 
Downhill in the bright 
Incredible light 

Beginning to wonder 
Whether it could be lake 
Or fog 
We saw, our heads 
Ringing under the stars we walked 
To where it would have wet our feet 
Had it been water

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