Friday, February 01, 2013

I am in love with this poem and hey, we are still in the first quarter of 2013. Excellent. I love how she repeats certain words and phrases, they usually don't work but Boyer managed to make them an integral part of the piece. Gorgeous.

If you were once inside my circle of love

and from this circle are now excluded,
and all my love's citizens I love more than you, 
if you were once my lover but I've stopped 
letting you, what is the view from outside

my love's limit? Does my love's interior emit
upward and cut into night? Do my charms, 
investigations, and illnesses issue to the dark 
that circles my circle? Do they bother

your sleep? And if you were once my friend 
and are now my villainous foe, what stories 
do you tell about how stupid those days 
when I cared for you? Because I tell stories 

of how you must tremble at my love's terrible walls,
how the memory of its interior you must always be


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