The human sigh commuted to life imprisonment -- it's a sparrow in the hazels and pines. A log, and so on and so forth, anti-pastoral and realistic. There was a dinner, you can see for yourself, clean napkins, it might have been far worse, entering a lit room undressed; an unlit room, dressed. It isn't anything you want to think about. And went pale. With a stranger for the first time in her life. With a stranger for the first time in the afterlife. The light in the room on both of them. I'm writing on the back of a child's drawing, a snake. Slightly protruding belly, creamy, round breasts. Sometimes when I think of her she remembers. Seven eyes of God play the tape forward a little, stop it, replay it. The phone's ringing in someone else's place. -- I'll get it. When she thinks of moving tonight, the seven eyes of God in the hazels and pines enter an unlit room, a little pale on the back of a child's drawing, slightly protruding belly, and realistic. It might have been far. She remembers a human sigh against the suppression of rights. A snake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STROLLER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE GIRL OF CADIZ by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A LITANY OF ATLANTA by WILLIAM EDWARD BURGHARDT DU BOIS THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME by ROBERT HERRICK THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |