![]() The girl means something, the girl means to mean,īecause, it occurs to her in that instant, that beautiful or not, bright No, more than impulse or fancy, the girl knows what she's doing, Though it takes less time than this, really an instant, and lets herselfĪ casual impulse, a fancy, never thought of until now, hardly Leans into the window, farther, still smiling, farther and farther, If it were winter someone would have closed it (Close it!) Smiles back, and leans into the open window, which wouldn't even be Perched on a ledge of an open window chatting with friendsĪ teacher passes by and chides her, Be careful, you might fall,Īlmost banteringly chides her, You might fall,Īnd the young woman, eighteen, a girl really, though she wouldn'tĪs brilliant as she is, first in her class, and beautiful too, she's often No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.Ī student, a young woman, in a fourth floor hallway of her lycee, He lay in the four-foot box as in his cot. Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple, SnowdropsĪnd candles soothed the bedside I saw himįor the first time in six weeks. With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses. In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs. Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,Īway at school, as my mother held my hand The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pramĪnd tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble'. He had always taken funerals in his stride-Īnd Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow. I sat all morning in the college sick bayĬounting bells knelling classes to a close.Īt two o'clock our neighbours drove me home. To give her spirit enough time to get ready. The police would take pictures and put themĮating breakfast could look at her. Like nobody cared because he had done that I slept beside her, at her feet for two days, It's true I washed the dirt from her faceĪnd the blood off the body. Possums smeared on the road, birds with ants His mind can only hold one thought at a timeĪnd when he finally hears me call his name ![]() Until a bird calls or he finds a beer canĪnd that thing fills all the space in his head. I walked out to the hill behind our houseĪnd he was running through the tall grass I honestly haven't read much poetry - only a few contemporary prose pieces - but line right at the ending touched me when I first read it. Personally, it's the ending of Self Portrait at 28 by David Berman. A simple line that churns some strange emotion in you. Something that blows your mind with new insight. The kind that looks at life in a startling different way. View our navigation menu in the header to view useful subs/resources! Reddit formatting (aka 'fancy courier font trick')Ĥ spaces after each line escapes double spacingĭouble space the end of a line for a line break Have a question for the mods? Click here! Posts using this tag may be subject to moderator approval. : For discussing the subreddit itself, or discussing other posts that appear on the subreddit. : For announcements about professional OPPORTUNITIES for prospective poets. (Still not for sharing your own amateur poetry). : For PROMOTING your own creative project. (Still not for sharing your own amateur poetry.) : For asking for HELP from the poetry community. : For sharing outside links to RESOURCES that are related to the general world of poetry. : For discussing your OPINIONS about any aspect of the general world of poetry. : For sharing a link to an ARTICLE from the general world of poetry. ![]() (Not for sharing your own amateur poetry.) : For sharing a published or anthologized POEM. In order for your post to go through, you must use one of the following tags-in brackets-before your title. We moderators reserve the right to remove posts as best serves the community. ![]()
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