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Raptus (Penguin Poets) Raptus by Joanna Klink
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“Any one of us might be
tapped any one led away when that day
comes you will be
ready. Will you be prepared for what you
have not said.

Will you know what you love.”
Joanna Klink, Raptus
“Let go the walks, dinners, drinks, talks, senses of beginnings, let go
the beginnings, we will never begin again.

Let go the still gray sky. It has propped us up long enough.

Let go the nights.

Let go the voice that answered me in earnest in all things I find
I can no longer imagine it.”
Joanna Klink, Raptus
“But I am wayfaring and recently wrecked;
I understand the cost of pulling free from what once loved you.
I would remain by night with you, if the night is clear enough
to be see by, and the wind light enough to draw the stars
in the skin's skies open, and the waves you sensed
through the dress in the wind are real, and only mine.”
Joanna Klink, Raptus
“you walked for weeks as I slept
scrawlings on water beating wings

After all it was years of our lives
That road seems landless red-turquoise

collapsed roof of a barn in the garden soft nets
to hold them back whole cartographies

where the deer have stepped seeds of rain
Didn't you want it more”
Joanna Klink, Raptus
“Nowhere are we so close. Not in the train-car's
liquid window, the marshes that drop
back as I pass. Not in the first darkening of red
in the leaves against trunks blurred stick-
silver, as when once we felt we might return.”
Joanna Klink, Raptus
“Do you ever follow those strands back to me,
whom you so effortlessly injured?”
Joanna Klink, Raptus
“And the word I said out-loud to no one

That meant it was all to no purpose
The word for the desire inside destruction

For everything that can never be brought back--
Loose snow blown hard to each bank

And the common reel of those who
To avoid one extreme rush toward its opposite--

Snow blasted to piles--and never opened up to
Anything that could reach me until you reached me--

Which hours belonged to us
When I was unknowingly alone”
Joanna Klink, Raptus