A Small Anatomy of Feeling
That which installs itself in the mind embraces sound
Rebounding,
rounding the fecund earth
Birth, as in what is not, as in one makes one,
is a mighty absence to understand
(and there are those who fail to get their lessons done)
Dun is the color of submission
Unfledged, she leafs through what has been nothing never
Never to be what she is/ or could /or hope to be
Bewitched by dictions (fictions) on the surface—
Face naming that which she must save, polished like an apple—
Apple of the eye, amour of town and street, apple of the cheek
Eaten with a dab of honey for a sweet year
Ear to who am I in the suddenly-arriving what-comes-next
Next to being, next to delivery, next to undergone
Gone parenthetical but now revived as her eye
Spies the sudden trespass of his unexpected welcome—
Succumbing, coming unto him in full sun this morning
Mourning what she need not beguile or lie beside
Anna Rabinowitz, “A Small Anatomy of Feeling” from The Wanton Sublime. Copyright © 2006 by Anna Rabinowitz. Reprinted by permission of Tupelo Press.
Source:
The Wanton Sublime
(Tupelo Press, 2006)
