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Other people say it better: Part one

June 25, 2013

Myth

BY NATASHA TRETHEWEY

I was asleep while you were dying.
It’s as if you slipped through some rift, a hollow
I make between my slumber and my waking,
the Erebus I keep you in, still trying
not to let go. You’ll be dead again tomorrow,
but in dreams you live. So I try taking
you back into morning. Sleep-heavy, turning,
my eyes open, I find you do not follow.
Again and again, this constant forsaking.
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Again and again, this constant forsaking:
my eyes open, I find you do not follow.
You back into morning, sleep-heavy, turning.
But in dreams you live. So I try taking,
not to let go. You’ll be dead again tomorrow.
The Erebus I keep you in—still, trying—
I make between my slumber and my waking.
It’s as if you slipped through some rift, a hollow.
I was asleep while you were dying.
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2 Comments leave one →
  1. Susan permalink
    June 26, 2013 12:23 pm

    Damn! Amazing. She definitely deserves to be Poet Laureate. (That’s how I found Billy Collins.) What book of hers should I start with?

  2. July 1, 2013 4:16 pm

    I read this days ago and keep returning to re-read. It is hauntingly good.

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