Friday, July 20, 2007

The Cold Hill Side

Rachel Hadas (2007)

As months and years accumulate,
I miss you more and more.
Forgetting where I put the key,
I sometimes find a door

and other times feel stunned and lost,
though living in my own
body and life, presumably,
bewildered and alone

as the knight, kidnapped and released
to a dim world, who said
And I awoke and found me here
on the cold hill side.

1 comment:

dan1968 said...

from The New Yorker July 23, 2007