Wednesday, May 13, 2009

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Twinned

To exist wholly in another, seamless,
mirrored. Think of the hive,

at each turn we find ourselves, not
a version, not a replica,
but our whole selves. Love,

you claim, comes close to this,
no space,

between your words, a hand

over the other's heart. How do you live
with this distance? I have you, she
thinks, or, I know you,

but she can never say, I am you.

Nick Flynn
(from Blind Huber)

4 comments:

Suzanne said...

OK, I have to get this book. NF is exactly the poet I've been hungry for...

Pam Hart said...

Yes..his work is intense...first book of poetry Some Ether. Also a memoir about his father Another Bullshit Night In Suck City. How's that for a title?

Suzanne said...

Sound like my whole life! LOLOL

Christine said...

I relished these lines:

Love,

you claim, comes close to this,
no space,

between your words, a hand

over the other's heart.

Thanks for sharing this, Pam.