a made thing...
Susan Stewart
– from her collection, Columbarium
I had a little dove
made of paper and string.
I pulled him along behind me—
he could not sing.
He was a made thing.
I made him by heart.
He did not sing at all
and that was all of his art.
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Absolutely universal. Absolutely personal. A tiny lyric that contains such force.
2 comments:
Spot-on ... Don
I like this...simple, yet extraordinary!
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