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[iamkatia.livejournal.com]

Giving Myself Up

I give up my eyes which are glass eggs.
I give up my tongue.
I give up my mouth which is the constant dream of my tongue.
I give up my throat which is the sleeve of my voice.
I give up my heart which is a burning apple.
I give up my lungs which are trees that have never seen the moon.
I give up my smell which is that of a stone traveling through rain.
I give up my hands which are ten wishes.
I give up my arms which have wanted to leave me anyway.
I give up my legs which are lovers only at night.
I give up my buttocks which are the moons of childhood.
I give up my penis which whispers encouragement to my thighs.
I give up my clothes which are walls that blow in the wind
and I give up the ghost that lives in them.
I give up. I give up.
And you will have none of it because already I am beginning
again without anything.


~ Mark Strand

Comments

[angelajenessa.livejournal.com]

oh...sometimes mark strand overwhelms me with his close connection to merwin - the same nighttime zen/tao mind.


thanks

[katminnaar.livejournal.com]

Now that is a fascinating poem! Thanks so much for posting. :)

[booksoul.livejournal.com]

i love strand. thank you.

[behindtheclouds.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love Strand.
Think I may have to follow up with one of my own favorites.

[caseofyou.livejournal.com]

wordgasm

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[iamkatia.livejournal.com]

ha! Nice phrase!

[mychopsticks.livejournal.com]

thanks i really like mark strand's work.