1
I move my hand over
slopes, falls, lumps of sight,
Lashes barely able to be touched,
Lips that give way so easily
it's a shock to feel underneath them
The bones smile.
Muffled a little, barely cloaked,
Zygoma, maxillary, turbinate.
2
I put my hand
On the side of your face,
You lean your head a little
Into my hand--and so,
I know you're a dormouse
Taken up in winter sleep,
A lonely, stunned weight.
3
A cheekbone,
A curved piece of brow,
A pale eyelid
Float in the dark,
And now I make out
An eye, dark,
Wormed with far-off, unaccountable lights.
4
Hardly touching, I hold
What I can only think of
As some deepest of memories in my arms,
Not mine, but as if the life in me
Were slowly remembering what it is.
You lie here now in your physicalness,
This beautiful degree of reality.
5
And now the day, raft that breaks up, comes on.
I think of a few bones
Floating on a river at night,
The starlight blowing in a place on the water,
The river leaning like a wave towards the emptiness.
One of the best poems by Galway Kinnell.........................
" Float in the dark" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A love poem with a difference. Very modernist in tone and ideas. Brilliant.
Surrealist with modernistic touches, an effortless work of true craftsmanship. top marks and to my favorites.
I think of a few bones Floating on a river at night, The starlight blowing in a place on the water, The river leaning like a wave towards the emptiness. a very fine poem. tony
A very nice poem indeed. 'I think of a few bones Floating on a river at night, The starlight blowing in a place on the water, The river leaning like a wave towards the emptiness. '...is very deep. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very modern and innovative. keep writing! ! !