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"Letter From a Friend on Her Anniversary"
Katharine Coles

As always in fall I dream the house burns
And I walk toward him all night through flaming rooms

Leaving you behind as if you were myself
Calling me back. Sometimes, I sit with him

All night on the lawn, watching the planets
And remote stars keeping their violence

At such a distance we call them peaceful. We sit
Until daylight. Across the street, girls arrive

In pairs for early service, their pale eyes still
And wide, looking past us, past the church.

Away from this world, bright with longing.
They don't need to see how autumn burns

Their city, across the foothills, the horizon,
The cold sky. This world is nothing to them.

They will never die. We could pull down the last of the bottle
And think perhaps we will sleep soon.

He touches my cheek, the bruises
Still rising as they did that night

When I told you it doesn't matter.
Believe me, I don't shy

From his hand. I wait for it
To coax a blush, a bruise, blood

Where the skin gives. It's all the same
In love. In the house, the drapes lift

As in a breeze, our figures shadow
Of the flame. If I turned and ran

What could I save? Only my body, dry tinder
That catches for him. My good friend

For him, for the one right touch,
I will lie to you. You know I have always been bad

At my life, and that is all I have.




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( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
lady_di_8585
Apr. 21st, 2009 01:14 am (UTC)
that is one of the most beautiful things I've ever read


thank you
lastglances
Apr. 21st, 2009 01:15 am (UTC)
coles is an english professor at my school and oh man, i've often thought of changing my major just to take a class from her.
amadareneko
Apr. 21st, 2009 01:19 am (UTC)
The imagery in this is so fantastic and unified... I want to write like that when I grow up ;_;

To coax a blush, a bruise, blood

Where the skin gives. It's all the same
In love.
strwberryfizz
Apr. 21st, 2009 01:56 am (UTC)
This hit me like a punch in the stomach. It's so beautiful and so honest, yet so wrenching... thank you for posting it.
flickersofaie
Apr. 21st, 2009 02:22 am (UTC)
Stunning.
zigsternenstaub
Apr. 21st, 2009 02:39 am (UTC)
I'm not hugely impressed with the poem as a whole, but this line really struck me:

watching the planets
And remote stars keeping their violence
At such a distance we call them peaceful.


What a marvellous observation--to notice the contradiction between the physical nature of the outer universe and our perceptions of it.
lastglances
Apr. 21st, 2009 02:41 am (UTC)
that's my favorite part of the entire poem.
zigsternenstaub
Apr. 21st, 2009 02:43 am (UTC)
Yes, I should like to read an entire poem based on these lines.
peskyendeavour
Apr. 21st, 2009 11:49 am (UTC)

This is great, what one would risk, for love...
and such descriptions!

"...Sometimes, I sit with him

All night on the lawn, watching the planets
And remote stars keeping their violence

At such a distance we call them peaceful.

scratchmist
Apr. 21st, 2009 03:40 pm (UTC)
;____;
Guhhh just beautiful
Thank you.

The imagery of the burning house and the beautiful language used - it just about broke my heart. </3
amnotcute
Apr. 22nd, 2009 07:01 pm (UTC)
This is beautiful.
orbitaldiamonds
Sep. 22nd, 2009 10:33 am (UTC)
That was lovely. I'm linking to it in sidetrackedery. :)
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