A Poem a Day Series 2019 – Day 14

Comet

This Much and More Djuna Barnes, 1892 – 1982

If my lover were a comet
Hung in air,
I would braid my leaping body
In his hair.

Yea, if they buried him ten leagues
Beneath the loam,
My fingers they would learn to dig
And I’d plunge home!

 

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Published on April 14, 2019 04:41
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