Thursday, May 22, 2014

Daily Dose

From Poems: 1959 - 2009, by Frederick Seidel

THE PIERRE HOTEL, NEW YORK, 1946

The bowl of a silver spoon held candlelight,
A glistening oyster of gold
The linen between us was snowblind, blinding white.
I felt a weight too light to weigh
Which was my wings.

I heard the quiet of his eyes.
I heard the candle flame stand still.
I saw the long line of her jaw become
Too beautiful to bear.  I was a child.
I lifted my empty spoon and licked the light.

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