She is like the merchants’ ships, She bringeth her food from afar. She girdeth her loins with strength, And strengtheneth her arms.
We do not fear the snow
Plunging in tattered bolts to the ground
The seams of our robes
Are frayed by time
The scarlet sun ignites each face
We recall the future,
Reserve the past,
Write memories on an unruled page
Words seek refuge in our eyes
…everything that reminds me of her
goes through me like a spear
Arms on the white sheet
Head on the white case
And the real terror of eternity In the black earth
Istanbul Literary Review - May 2010 Edition (#17)
Anna Rabinowitz
USA
Anna Rabinowitz’s books are AT THE SITE OF INSIDE OUT, DARKLING, and THE WANTON SUBLIME. The poems in this issue are from PRESENT TENSE, due from Omnidawn in spring 2010. Read more at www.annarabinowitz.com.
