Not by Sophie Cabot Black that you are unloved but that you love and must decide which to remember; tracks left in the field, a language of going away or coming back-- and to look up from the single mind, to let untangle the far-off snow from sky until no longer held as proof is also where birds find agreement strung along branches each with their own song for the other, every note used to sing anyway-- how to hold the already as the not yet |
Copyright © 2013 by Sophie Cabot Black. Used with permission of the author. |
About This Poem "This was written for a friend who kept asking me if anyone would ever love her. Always that question, and what is there to say except to endure enough to see what happens. Maybe even to be brave enough to start first, to love without expectation, even hope."
--Sophie Cabot Black |
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