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Poetry
I forgot how much I loved reading and writing until this English class.Its almost 2 am and Im still reading the poetry in this book. I thought I’d share a few here and there for you all.
Villanelle
Every day our bodies separate,
explode torn and dazed
Not understanding what we celebrate.
we grope through languages and hesitate
and touch each other, speechless and amazed;
and everyday our bodies separate
us further from our planned, deliberate
ironic lives. I am afraid, disphased,
not understanding what we celebrate
when our fused limbs and lips communicate
the unlettered power we have raised.
Every day our bodies’ separate
routines are harder to perpetuate.
In wordless darkness we learn wordless praise,
not understanding what we celebrate;
wake to ourselves, exhausted, in the late
morning as the wind tears off the haze,
not understanding how we celebrate
our bodies. Every day we separate.
-Marilyn Hacker
