Glasswork

By Hester Knibbe Hester Knibbe

Translated By Jacquelyn Pope

my love who shelters in his words
sometimes falls silent for a sudden eternity
breathes that silence into a bell of glass
in which he calms storms

he draws lee lines in what was
it’s more like a firefirm crackling
when he takes up words with ease
in a single glance, caressing my body

I read him day and night. What will it be like
when he withdraws into the word old,
arranges a last room, silver-white,
pushes the furniture a bit closer together

and crams still more fragile glass inside—
what will it be like when he grows transparent and breaks

Source: Poetry (May 2010).

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

May 2010

Biography

Hester Knibbe's books of poems include Oogsteen (2009) and Bedrieglijke dagen (2008), both from De Arbeiderspers. She received the A. Roland Holst prize in 2009.

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SUBJECT Living, Growing Old, Death, Relationships, Love, Men & Women, Heartache & Loss, Realistic & Complicated

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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