Thursday, December 3, 2009
I can feel she has got out of bed.
That means it is seven a.m.
I have been lying with eyes shut,
thinking, or possibly dreaming,
of how she might look if, at breakfast,
I spoke about the hidden place in her
which, to me, is like a soprano’s tremolo...
From "Rapture" by Galway Kinnell. The complete poem is at Poetry Foundation.
El despertar de la criada, Eduardo Sivori, 1887