Eamon Grennan (1991)
This ragged shining,
these embodied nothings
are the image of us:
full of ourselves
in every puff of air
and hanging on
for dear life. At mid-day,
when the wind picks up,
such dancing. Look at us:
washed and stretched
to the very limit,
almost touching one another.
Friday, February 1, 2008
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from The Poetry Anthology (1912-2002) edited by Joseph Parisi and Stephen Young
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