It ends:
The hand holds no chalk
And each part of the whole falls off
And cannot know it knew, except
Here and there, in cold pockets
Of remembrance, whispers out of time.
Tuesday, August 6, 2019
Self Portrait in a Convex Mirror (Fence Edition)
This poem is a bear, but so beautiful. There are so many lines, phrases, images to relish.
It ends:
The hand holds no chalk
And each part of the whole falls off
And cannot know it knew, except
Here and there, in cold pockets
Of remembrance, whispers out of time.
It ends:
The hand holds no chalk
And each part of the whole falls off
And cannot know it knew, except
Here and there, in cold pockets
Of remembrance, whispers out of time.
