Nearly A Valediction
by Marilyn Hacker
You happened to me. I was happened to
like an abandoned building by a bull-
dozer, like the van that missed my skull
happened a two-inch gash across my chin.
You were as deep down as I’ve ever been.
You were inside me like my pulse. A new-
born flailing toward maternal heartbeat through
the shock of cold and glare: when you were gone,
swaddled in strange air I was that alone
again, inventing life left after you.
I don’t want to remember you as that
four o’clock in the morning eight months long
after you happened to me like a wrong
number at midnight that blew up the phone
bill to an astronomical unknown
quantity in a foreign currency.
The U.S. dollar dived since you happened to me.
You’ve grown into your skin since then; you’ve grown
into the space you measure with someone
you can love back without a caveat.
While I love somebody I learn to live
with through the downpulled winter days’ routine
wakings and sleepings, half-and-half caffeine-
assisted mornings, laundry, stock-pots, dust-
balls in the hallway, lists instead of longing, trust
that what comes next comes after what came first.
She’ll never be a story I make up.
You were the one I didn’t know where to stop.
If I had blamed you, now I could forgive
you, but what made my cold hand, back in prox-
imity to your hair, your mouth, your mind,
want where it no way ought to be, defined
by where it was, and was and was until
the whole globed swelling liquefied and spilled
through one cheek’s nap, a syllable, a tear,
was never blame, whatever I wished it were.
You were the weather in my neighborhood.
You were the epic in the episode.
You were the year poised on the equinox.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Гиляровский – Нива
- The Wound by Robert McNamara
- A Cry by Sara Teasdale
- Жан де Лафонтен – Совет Мышей
- Robert Burns: Sketch In Verse: Inscribed to the Right Hon. C. J. Fox.
- I have fallen into unconsciousness by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Sonnet 121: Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed by William Shakespeare
- Survivor by Roger McGough
- Николай Огарев – Она никогда его не любила
- Cinderella by Sylvia Plath
- An Interchanging Poetry Expression Of Love by Mac McGovern
- The Dawn by William Butler Yeats
- The Chronicle
- The place that is dark without space and the moonlight off the pond (The Gray) by Olivia Lewis
- Teenager by Patrick Connors
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