Monday, June 28, 2010

Divorcing




One garland

of flowers, leaves, thorns

was twined round our two necks.

Drawn tight, it could choke us,

yet we loved its scratchy grace,

our fragrant yoke.



We were Siamese twins.

Our blood’s not sure

if it can circulate,

now we are cut apart.

Something in each of us is waiting

to see if we can survive,

severed.

-Levertov

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