David Wojahn


From &Quot;Spirit Cabinet&Quot; - Poem by David Wojahn

. . .

& how, o spirits, shall I invoke you, who cannot count himself
among the chosen?
My writings & keenings are interior & treated by appropriate
prescription drugs,

to whom my conversion is incomplete, for some days I devote myself
solely to my dead
& in my error I do seek them & do wail. From the wire mesh
I glimpse the chalk marks,

aflicker on a kind of slate. Here is the glyph of patchouli-smell,
graven on a scarf
or silken dress. & here the character for a chin nicked while shaving,
stubble edging a dime-sized birthmark,

. . .


Comments about From &Quot;Spirit Cabinet&Quot; by David Wojahn

  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (7/12/2014 11:43:00 AM)

    David i like this poem, you wrote in a clear and vivid way that the reader can easily understand (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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