The Gate
by Marie Howe
I had no idea that the gate I would step through
to finally enter this world
would be the space my brother’s body made. He was
a little taller than me: a young man
but grown, himself by then,
done at twenty-eight, having folded every sheet,
rinsed every glass he would ever rinse under the cold
and running water.
This is what you have been waiting for, he used to say to me.
And I’d say, What?
And he’d say, This—holding up my cheese and mustard sandwich.
And I’d say, What?
And he’d say, This, sort of looking around.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Sleep
- Show me by Rixa White
- Ольга Седакова – Путешествие волхвов
- Иннокентий Анненский – Леконт де Лиль. Из стихотворения «Призраки»
- The Road To Ruin by Siegfried Sassoon
- Алексей Ржевский – Сонет, три разные системы заключающий
- Владимир Маяковский – В авто
- Does Our Spirit Fly Away by Mary Etta Metcalf
- What We Leave Behind by Robert Saltzman
- The Callous Statues by Shahida Latif
- Федор Сологуб – Светлый пир
- Psalm 85 poem – John Milton poems
- Internal Migration On Being On Tour
- Николай Тихонов – Когда уйду
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 58. Farewell! – But Whenever You Welcome the Hour. Томас Мур.
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
