Apr 28 2009
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April 28, 2009: from Tag, Anne Carson
from Tag
Anne Carson
THIS
Insatiable April, trees in place,
in their scraped-out place,
their standing,
Standing way.
Their red branch areas,
green shoot areas (shock),
river, that one.
I surprised a goose and she hissed.
I walk and walk with cold hands.
Back at the house it is filled with longing,
nothing to carry longing away.
I look back over my life.
I try to find analogies.
There are none.
I have longed for people before, I have loved people before.
Not like this.
It was not this.
Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.
[Full poem.]
A year ago today: The Leaving, Brigit Pegeen Kelly
Two years ago: Theories of Time and Space, Natasha Trethewey
Three years ago: Dream Song 145, John Berryman
Four years ago: Having It Out With Melancholy, Jane Kenyon
