Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Poetry Wednesday


My mariner,
in sum loveliness
and piecemeal disappointment:
I have been finding your baked-clay-coat,
crushed into the carpet.

It will not come loose
for me:
I lick my palms, I bow low to it;
After the harvest, I wet it down.
I try to make something sea-worthy.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:

Untitled poem from The Western Borders
by Susan Howe

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