Bodies in Pain
The poems suspend different voices, different recognizable patterns of emotion and idiom, and stretch the lines out to include every voice. More
"by the open air, I swore out my list of pleasures:sprig of lilac, scent of pinethe sparrows bathing in the drainage ditch, their songthe lusty thoughts in spring as the yellow violets bloomand the cherry forms its first full budsthe tonic cords along the legs and arms of youthand youth passing into maturity, ripening its fleshgrowing softer, less unattainable, ruddy and spotted plumdaily, I mistake—there was a medication I forgot to takethere was a man who gave himself, decently, to me & I refused himin a protracted stillness, I saw that heron I didn’t wish to disturbwas clearly a white sack caught in the redbud’s limbsI did not comprehend desire as a deadly force until—daylight, don’t leave me now, I haven’t done with you—nor that, in this late hour, we still cannot make peace"
— from Chronic

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