AWP 2013 Score #1

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Darkness Spoken


Like Orpheus I play
death on the strings of life,
and to the beauty of the Earth
and your eyes, which administer heaven,
I can only speak of darkness.


Don’t forget that you also, suddenly,
on that morning when your camp
was still damp with dew, and the carnation
slept in your heart,
you saw the dark stream
race past you.


The string of silence
taut on the pulse of blood,
I grasped your beating heart.
Your curls were transformed
into the shadow hair of night,
black flakes of darkness
buried your face.


And I don’t belong to you.
Both of us mourn now.


But like Orpheus I know
life on the side of death,
and the deepening blue
of your forever closed eye.