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2023

Soma and Civilization

The Poetry Anthology

Origin & Essence

 

 

First Memory
by Louise Gluck

Long ago, I was wounded. I lived
to revenge myself
against my father, not
for what he was—
for what I was:
from the beginning of time,
in childhood, I thought
that pain meant
I was not loved.
It meant I loved.

Wed. Feb 1

Ana Swir

Myself and My Person

There are moments
when I feel more clearly than ever
that I am in the company
of my own person.
This comforts and reassures me,
this heartens me,
just as my tridimensional body
is heartened by my own authentic shadow.

There are moments
when I really feel more clearly than ever
that I am in the company
of my own person.

I stop
at a street corner to turn left
and I wonder what would happen
if my own person walked to the right.

Until now that has not happened
but it does not settle the question.

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