Summertime Sadness

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

"to be alone for a month is good

I follow the bright fish of memory

falling deeper into myself
to the endless present
the child’s cry is my only clock

yet your singing echoes in corners

who clatters the red tea-pot

or opens the door with a bang
to look at the evening sky?
your typewriter lies silent
it is reproachful

I cannot make it stutter like you

I sit in the woods at dusk

listening for the sound of your singing

there are letters from a thousand miles
you wrote a week ago
like leaves from an autumn tree
they fall on the mat

it was your voice woke me

and the absent touch of your hand
— Frances Horovitz, Poem Of Absence 


Ameen saeb said...

amazing colors :)

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