The human sigh commuted to life imprisonment -- it's a sparrow in the hazels and pines. A log, and so on and so forth, anti-pastoral and realistic. There was a dinner, you can see for yourself, clean napkins, it might have been far worse, entering a lit room undressed; an unlit room, dressed. It isn't anything you want to think about. And went pale. With a stranger for the first time in her life. With a stranger for the first time in the afterlife. The light in the room on both of them. I'm writing on the back of a child's drawing, a snake. Slightly protruding belly, creamy, round breasts. Sometimes when I think of her she remembers. Seven eyes of God play the tape forward a little, stop it, replay it. The phone's ringing in someone else's place. -- I'll get it. When she thinks of moving tonight, the seven eyes of God in the hazels and pines enter an unlit room, a little pale on the back of a child's drawing, slightly protruding belly, and realistic. It might have been far. She remembers a human sigh against the suppression of rights. A snake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TURTLE SOUP by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE LION'S RIDE by FERDINAND FREILIGRATH BY THE SEA by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WHITE FOR MOURNING by AL-FATA AL-KAFIF THE VOICE IN THE GLOAMING by WILLIAM ALLAN PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 40. AL-MUKIT by EDWIN ARNOLD SIR RUPERT THE FEARLESS; A LEGEND OF GERMANY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |