Saturday, January 8, 2011

Bits of Old...


Learning somebody, it's all braille/what the tongue and teeth taste/what the fingers find/of silk and stubble, of bark/and velvet and wet grass/colors that splash through/bronze, violet, dragonfly jade/
the voice that later/comes unbidden as a Mozart/horn concerto to the ears/caroling its name in the blood/again and again

-Marge Piercy

[July 1976]

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