Thursday, April 02, 2009

Now *here's* a Rae Armantrout poem I can sink my teeth into.

Unbidden


The ghosts swarm.
They speak as one
person. Each
loves you. Each
has left something
undone.



Did the palo verde
blush yellow
all at once?

Today's edges
are so sharp

they might cut
anything that moved.



The way a lost
word

will come back
unbidden.

You're not interested
in it now,

only
in knowing
where it's been.


-- Rae Armantrout
from Versed, new this month from Wesleyan.

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