I knew something was wrong

By Dorothea Grossman 1937–2012 Dorothea Grossman
I knew something was wrong
the day I tried to pick up a
small piece of sunlight
and it slithered through my fingers,
not wanting to take shape.
Everything else stayed the same—
the chairs and the carpet
and all the corners
where the waiting continued.

Source: Poetry (March 2010).

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This poem originally appeared in the March 2010 issue of Poetry magazine

March 2010
 Dorothea   Grossman

Biography

Dorothea "Dottie" Grossman lived in Los Angeles for over 30 years. Poetry magazine awared her its J. Howard and Barbara M. J. Wood Prize in 2010. Grossman wrote about her poems, “I like to think [they] are honest and that they connect me with my fellow mammals in a way that is both aesthetically pleasing and comforting. If they retain an air of mystery/humor, so much the better.” Allen Ginsberg once called her poetry, “clear, . . .

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SUBJECT Living, Time & Brevity

POET’S REGION U.S., Western

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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