Sharon Dolin

Apr 7, 2023 | poets.org | Carl Phillips |Camille Rankine |Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz |Sharon Dolin

What have I To say in my wrong tongue Of what is gone To know something is Lost but what You have forgotten what You long forgot If I am What survives I am here but I am not Much of anything at all To be what’s left And all the rest scooped out And dropped into the sea My flesh Forming a knot on itself is a habit Learned from whom A mind reaching back Into the dark a body releasing itself Backward into space a faith I have no prayer in which to keep Am I home or merely caught Between two...