Rent
If you want my apartment, sleep in it
but let's have a clear understanding:
the books are still free agents.
If the rocking chair's arms surround you
they can also let you go,
they can shape the air like a body.
I don't want your rent, I want
a radiance of attention
like the candle's flame when we eat,
I mean a kind of awe
attending the spaces between us---
Not a roof but a field of stars.
by Jane Cooper
Saturday, February 2, 2008
A love poem to read silently to yourselves.
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That's always been one of my favorites.
So gorgeous you have to read it twice and then again out loud.
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