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a poet’s notebook

Established 02004

January 5, 2004

august 21

you write
that you are ill
feverish

in some narrow
foreign bed
tangled

in dim
damp sheets
sun steaming

through a dingy
window
and I hope

that you are not
entangled so
alone

what cannot
be held must be
freely given

Poems

One response to “august 21”

Isabelle Celibataire

July 17, 2009 at 2:54 am

Simple and very beautiful… I like your poems.

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Poems

Please do not assume that I am the speaker/ subject of my poems.

In these times of creative nonfiction and fictionalized memoirs, I think of the poem itself as true fiction: it is most likely not factual, but it must be true.

It is likely to be — it is best if it is — a truth I did not know before I wrote, and may not understand even then.

A poem is my way of discovering (dis-covering) what I feel; sometimes, what I think — but it is not necessarily biographical.

august 21

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