American Girl

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If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace. ~ Thomas Paine

Thursday poetry: 

Variation on the Word Sleep
by Margaret Atwood 

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief

at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

posted by: AmericanGirl at 20:38 | link | comments (4) |

Comments:

#1  15 April 2005 - 00:23

 

Beautiful. Reading this, I realized that it could apply to an unborn child as easily as to a lover. What wonderful imagery!

InMyLife

#2  15 April 2005 - 00:27

 

And now I have to confess that I did not know that Margaret Atwood also wrote poetry! She's too talented.

InMyLife

#3  15 April 2005 - 01:13

 

Nice. I've always liked Margaret Atwood.

Leigh

#4  19 April 2005 - 13:51

 

So tender

Jackal

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