Gravitas

By Sara Miller Sara Miller
The overweight, overnight parts
that came to me in a dream.

Their clothes no longer fit,
it was this that brought them
to me crying, their faces twitching.

That had to end. No, they said,
it didn’t. So I rolled over to ghosts
that couldn’t dent a pillow.

The clock shed. Night pulled its
burdens into harbor and I woke,
glad for the day, its telltale light,

its flying minute, that genie work,
and the everlasting perturbations
of my people, their glories,

their heavy last words,
and for these, I rose.

Source: Poetry (January 2013).

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This poem originally appeared in the January 2013 issue of Poetry magazine

January 2013
 Sara   Miller

Biography

Sara Miller is currently a poetry fellow at the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, Massachusetts. Her poems have appeared in the Yale Review, America, First Things, and Poetry Daily.

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SUBJECT Living, The Mind, Mythology & Folklore, Ghosts & the Supernatural

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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