Marilyn Hacker Poems
|4.||Paragraphs From A Day-Book||1/3/2003|
|5.||For K. J., Leaving And Coming Back||1/3/2003|
|8.||Rune Of The Finland Woman||1/3/2003|
|12.||Scars On Paper||1/3/2003|
|13.||Nearly A Valediction||1/3/2003|
Nearly A Valediction
You happened to me. I was happened to
like an abandoned building by a bull-
dozer, like the van that missed my skull
happened a two-inch gash across my chin.
You were as deep down as I've ever been.
You were inside me like my pulse. A new-
born flailing toward maternal heartbeat through
the shock of cold and glare: when you were gone,
swaddled in strange air I was that alone
again, inventing life left after you.
I don't want to remember you as that
four o'clock in the morning eight months long
after you happened to me like a wrong
number at midnight ...