Joseph Hutchison


City Limits - Poem by Joseph Hutchison

You’re like wildwood at the edge of a city.
And I’m the city: steam, sirens, a jumble
of lit and unlit windows in the night.

You’re the land as it must have been
and will be—before me, after me.
It’s your natural openness
I want to enfold me. But then
you’d become city; or you’d hide
away your wildness to save it.

So I stay within limits—city limits,
heart limits. Although, under everything,
I have felt unlimited earth. Unlimited you.


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  • (10/13/2006 4:56:00 PM)


    I read and re-read this poem. It is so provacative, and I just wonder who the lucky person is that is was written for. I am interested in reading more of Joseph's books and will look for them at my local independent bookstore. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 3, 2005



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