If I'm you, or you me—
Interpenetrating God—
enlarge our intimacy.
You who are animus
and blood—
who make me dust
from this table
blown into grass,
invisible—
Is it you—or I—
I pass
and cannot see?
Source: Poetry (January 2009).
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This poem originally appeared in the January 2009 issue of Poetry magazine
Fiona Sampsonwas born in London and trained as a violinist. Her early musical studies and professional career as a musician in Europe influenced her editing and writing. She studied at Oxford University and received a PhD in the philosophy of language from Nijmegen University in the Netherlands. Her poetry collections include Folding the Real (2001); The Distance Between Us (2005), a novel in verse; Common Prayer (2007); and . . .
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