Monday, 15 December 2008

Hot Heart Poem

‘a shallow lake of silver in the darkness under the maples’ [Louise Glück]

Plenty of ways of living when your heart has heated:
Dig out some shadows, sit under the sealing trees;
Ice on your chest. Keep the sun’s touch off.

In the early months of the year, in times when the dawn is,
The exhalation of the fields rises as breath in the chill
Or steam in the sauna, water shocked by one hot stone.

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