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Poetry Friday: Glasswork by Hester Knibbe

February 9th, 2018 (06:00 am)
awake

Current Mood: awake
Current Song: Light in the Hallway by Pentatonix

my love who shelters in his words
sometimes falls silent for a sudden eternity
breathes that silence into a bell of glass
in which he calms storms

he draws lee lines in what was
it's more like a firefirm crackling
when he takes up words with ease
in a single glance, caressing my body

I read him day and night. What will it be like
when he withdraws into the word old,
arranges a last room, silver-white,
pushes the furniture a bit closer together

and crams still more fragile glass inside -
what will it be like when he grows transparent and breaks

- Glasswork by Hester Knibbe, translated by Jacquelyn Pope

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Posted by: Kay McGriff (kaymcgriff)
Posted at: February 10th, 2018 03:28 am (UTC)
lovely

What a beautiful, haunting poem.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: February 10th, 2018 04:10 pm (UTC)
Re: lovely

So lovely.

Posted by: Linda Baie (Linda Baie)
Posted at: February 10th, 2018 06:14 pm (UTC)
changing feelings

Another look at the feelings Valentine's Day and "Be Mine" bring. Thanks for sharing.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: February 10th, 2018 06:16 pm (UTC)
Re: changing feelings

Ooh, I hadn't even considered the upcoming holiday in relation to this piece!

Posted by: Mary Lee Hahn (Mary Lee Hahn)
Posted at: February 10th, 2018 09:01 pm (UTC)

Brittle. Fragile. Breakable.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: February 10th, 2018 09:24 pm (UTC)

And you wonder if he's aware of it.

Posted by: Sally Murphy (Sally Murphy)
Posted at: February 12th, 2018 06:04 am (UTC)

This line: 'when he withdraws into the word old'

So clever.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: February 12th, 2018 06:08 am (UTC)

This poem speaks to me deeply as someone who is hypercommunicative and thus always, always wonders what is going on in the minds of loved ones who aren't as verbose.

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