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.


Absolutely universal. Absolutely personal. A tiny lyric that contains such force.


Issa's Untidy Hut said...

Spot-on ... Don

esk said...

I like this...simple, yet extraordinary!