“I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,
and how you gave me everything you had
and how I offered you what was left of me.”
― Charles Bukowski
Where did you go to, when you went away?
It is as if you step by step were going
Someplace elsewhere into some other range
Of speaking, that I had no gift for speaking,
Knowing nothing of the language of that place
To which you went with naked foot at night
Into the wilderness there elsewhere in the bed,
Elsewhere somewhere in the house beyond my seeking.
I have been so dislanguaged by what happened
I cannot speak the words that somewhere you
Maybe were speaking to others where you went.
Maybe they talk together where they are
Restlessly wandering, along the shore,
Waiting for a way to cross the river.
—David Ferry, “That Now Are Wild and Do Not Remember”
Art Credit Roni Horn, Water
Winter, with each woolly breath, I lie.
I have been unfaithful. Wearing next to nothing.
I have lain in the Florida sun in February.
Forgive me—I was in another country then
and, besides, it’s you I love. English winter,
teach me to read the darkest page,
the one you turn just before dawn.
There, in the inky smudge of history,
the British Isles sink.
—Debora Greger, from “Raw Ode”
Photography Credit Lynn Davis
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