Still Hands (Cento)

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Still Hands (Cento)

I let it burn, rooted as it is. Now
nothing else keeps my eyes

in the cloud – get close to a star,
and there you are, in the sun.

What about all the little stones,
sitting alone in the moonlight?

Silence complicates despair.
I have believed so long in the magic

of names and poems,
and I know that you would take

the still hands to dryness and
loose rocks, where the light

re-immerses itself. It’s not the story
I want. We cannot live on that.

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Credits:
Sharon Wevill, Julia de Burgos, Francis Ponge, Mary Oliver,
Alberto de Lacerda, Robert Hass, HD, Jacques Dupin, Francesca Abbate, George Oppen.

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14 thoughts on “Still Hands (Cento)

  1. Love this from the middle: What about all the little stones, / sitting alone in the moonlight? //
    Silence complicates despair.
    I applaud the “complicate” – silence indeed a catalyst in processing despair, often (in my experience) a catalyst causing the despair – I guess it’s what we DO with the silence. The image of stones simply sitting in moonlight (and implied silence) seems a summons.

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