[identity profile] juneflame.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] greatpoetry
This House I Cannot Leave

My friend describes the burglar:
how he touched her clothes, passed through rooms
leaving himself there,
staining the space
between walls, a thing she can see.

She doesn't care what he took, only
that he has driven her out, she can't
stay in this house
she loved, scraped the colors of four families
from the walls and painted with her own,
and planted things.
She is leaving fruit trees behind.

She will sell, get out, maybe
another neighborhood.
People say
Get over it. The market isn't good. They advise
that she think about cash to mortgage
and the fruit trees

but the trees have stopped growing for her.

I offer no advice.
I tell her I know, she will leave. I am thinking
of the man who broke and entered

me.

Of the years it took to be home again
in this house I cannot leave.

~Barbara Kingsolver~

Date: 2003-02-16 04:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darthmaus.livejournal.com
Wow, what an appropriate metaphor. That's really beautiful. It tore my heart out and stomped on it, but it's beautiful :-)

Date: 2003-02-22 02:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-kas.livejournal.com
I've read this piece before and as it did then, it broke my heart again. Thank you.

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