Saturday, May 28, 2016

Saturday Verse: "Practice" - Ellen Bryant Voigt

May 26th, 2016

To weep unbidden, to wake
at night in order to weep, to wait
for the whisker on the face of the clock
to twitch again, moving
the dumb day forward— 
is this merely practice?
Some believe in heaven,
some in rest. We'll float,
you said. Afterward
we'll float between two worlds— 
five bronze beetles
stacked like spoons in one
peony blossom, drugged by lust:
if I came back as a bird
I'd remember that— 
until everyone we love
is safe
is what you said.

                                                - Ellen Bryant Voigt

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