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Monday, March 21, 2005

Katy Lederer

Dark Ballad

I thought that you had changed me,
but it was only dark. Your shadow creeping
up the wall, the moon in the window,
the subtle dark kneading my feet.

I thought that you had changed me,
but it was just a dream. Atop a pole,
in frigid wind, the moon in the window,
your kiss, which was dutiful, drear.

I thought that you had changed me,
but it was only wind. Your fingers up
the sharded bone, my fretted spine,
all my vertebrae blown, I can't bend.

I thought that you had changed me,
but it was just a trick. You sawing
back and forth above my chest till
I was cut in half, dark magician.

I thought that you had changed me,
but it was only dark. And now I lie
alone at night, my bed as pure and white
as snow, my filthy heart.

2 Comments:

At 9:20 PM, Blogger kimberlymartz said...

Do you expect analysis of some sort, or may I simply continue to say

"Wow."

Thanks for posting this, all of these.

 
At 8:16 AM, Blogger Tony said...

Kim,

Thanks for visiting Poetry Dailier! Thanks for saying "Wow."!

Thanks for spreading the word about the poems!

Tony

 

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