A Gift

By Kathryn Starbuck Kathryn Starbuck
Who is that creature   
and who does he want?   
Me, I trust. I do not   
attempt to call out his   
name for fear he will   
tread on me. What do   
you believe, he asks.   

That we all want to be   
alone, I reply, except when   
we do not; that the world   
was open to my sorrow   
and ate most of it; that   
today is a gift and I am   
ready to receive you.

Source: Poetry (March 2009).

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This poem originally appeared in the March 2009 issue of Poetry magazine

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 Kathryn  Starbuck

Biography

Journalist, essayist, and editor (of the Milford, New Hampshire, weekly newspaper Cabinet), Kathryn Starbuck started writing poems in her 60s. Her first collection, Griefmania, was published in 2006. Her poems have appeared in the New Yorker, Poetry, Sewanee Review, and Best American Poetry 2008. Though she was a practiced prose writer, it was the experience of grief that led her to writing poetry. After the deaths of her . . .

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Living, Disappointment & Failure, Sorrow & Grieving, Relationships, Love, Men & Women

POET’S REGION U.S., Southern

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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