Beyond is a brightness
I am not equal to
Yet what I see
Turns into what I want,
And to bring nothing but this body
To pass through
The one thing between
Myself and what I crave,
Almost done, the world a ruin
Of leaves, winter at the throat,
My song over and over until
So familiar I can do
What I am about to do
While you who rise from the table
And walk from room to room
Will remember only the sound
Of what cast herself through
All that glass, instead of the song
That was sung until finally
You would ask to know more.
Source: Poetry (June 2008).
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This poem originally appeared in the June 2008 issue of Poetry magazine
Raised on a small New England farm, poet Sophie Cabot Black received a BA from Marlboro College and an MFA from Columbia University.
Black’s collections of poetry include The Misunderstanding of Nature (1994), which won the Poetry Society of America’s Norma Farber First Book Award, and The Descent (2004), which won the Connecticut Book Award. Black’s lyrical poems are both revelatory and elusive, exploring a landscape sharpened . . .
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Poems by Sophie Cabot Black