[Poetry Friday] “Not” by Anne Michaels

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Fats here.

I have been away for a week. Daniel and I took a short trip to Anaheim last weekend to attend BlizzCon. This is Blizzard Entertainment’s 11th video game convention. We both came back really sick with cough and cold. We had fun, though, so that wasn’t entirely horrible.

I’ve had so much fun sharing poems by Billy Collins these last few weeks. I’m taking a break this week to feature a different poet. Knopf Poetry sent me a poem by Anne Michaels, Toronto’s poet laureate, from her latest poetry collection entitled, All We Saw.

InΒ All We Saw, grief is a kind of summoning, bringing a lost love to the page to give it a second life that only poetry can conjure.

Poetry Friday round-up is hosted by Jama at Jama’s Alphabet Soup!


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NOT

not will, not desire:
perhaps prayer

not still:
held

at the end you said:
I want to keep my eyes open,
to miss nothing

not entreaty, not regret
not future, not past:
touch and warm weight

breath and again:
what word can be heard

not loss, not absence:
perhaps soul

not inside, not outside:
dusk’s doorway

not alone

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