Thursday, May 09, 2013

Faved!: Sophie Cabot Black's Not

that you are unloved
but that you love
and must decide which

to remember; tracks left 
in the field, a language
of going away or coming back--

and to look up
from the single mind,  
to let untangle 

the far-off snow
from sky
until no longer

held as proof
is also where birds
find agreement

strung along branches
each with their own song
for the other,

every note used
to sing anyway--
how to hold the already

as the not yet 

1 poetic mutterings:

Lina Akkerman said...

This is an amazing poem. The first two stanzas are especially phenomenal (I love the enjambment!). I printed this poem out to read again for the next few days.