Mar 19 2009
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April 8, 2007: Death Comes To Me Again, A Girl, Dorianne Laux
Death Comes To Me Again, A Girl
Dorianne Laux
Death comes to me again, a girl
in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling.
It’s not so terrible she tells me,
not like you think, all darkness
and silence. There are windchimes
and the smell of lemons, some days
it rains, but more often the air is dry
and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase
built from hair and bone and listen
to the voices of the living. I like it,
she says, shaking the dust from her hair,
especially when they fight, and when they sing.
[Has Dorianne Laux been reading Neil Gaiman? I like this because it tells a story and uses details so well.]
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Antilamentation, Dorianne Laux
A year ago: Up Jumped Spring, Al Young
Two years ago: Old Women in Eliot Poems, David Wright
