A WOMAN WITH FLAXEN HAIR IN NORFOLK HEARD
Wherever you are,
in any season,
I will come to you
from the flowers
she says, and always
call me
by your native language
lest men
think I am strange
or a woman known
only in books,
I am steady as sky
and no further away,
see me in your own
color, my lips
shape the same myths
you live inside,
whenever you do this
I am with you,
to kiss you often to sleep
or wake you
sudden or gentle,
a mouth
in the middle of things.
Robert Kelly
Posted over on Nicole Peyrafitte
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