You've boarded me over like a window or a well.
It was autumn
I couldn't hear the students
only the music coming in the window,
Se tu m’ami
If you love me
I went for a week's journey in soft ermine.
Darling, the ovals of your hair ...
your hair the hue of rain-drenched bark, your voice:
Don't ever leave me ...
And this child, this
window in my side,
boarded over all my life,
—how can I take the boards off, in this wind?
I will break if I bend ...
Jean Valentine, “Mother and Child, Body and Soul” from Door in the Mountain: New and Collected Poems, 1965-2003. Copyright © 2004 by Jean Valentine. Reprinted with the permission of Wesleyan University Press.
Source: Door in the Mountain: New and Collected Poems 1965-2003
(Wesleyan University Press, 2004)