I could take two leaves and give you one. Would that not be a kind of perfection? But I prefer one leaf torn to give you half showing (after these years, simply) love's complexity in an act, the tearing and the unique edges -- one leaf (one word) from the two imperfections that match. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INDIA WHARF by SARA TEASDALE EPISTLE TO JAMES SMITH by ROBERT BURNS SHUT OUT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TROY TOWN by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO THE STATES. TO IDENTIFY THE 16TH, 17TH, OR 18TH PRESIDENTIAD by WALT WHITMAN BLESSING THE LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON AT THE FIRESIDE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |