Poems June 2014
How you might approach a foal:
like a lagoon,
like a canoe,
like you
are part earth
and part moon,
like deja vu,
like you
had never been
to the outer brink
or the inner Louvre,
like hay,
like air,
like your mother
just this morning
had combed a dream
into your hair,
like you
had never heard
a sermon or
a harsh word,
like a fool,
like a pearl,
like you
are new to the world.
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This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 32 Number 10, on page 30
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