by Dorianne Laux
Jun. 10th, 2002 09:48 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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greatpoetryDEATH COMES TO ME AGAIN, A GIRL
Death comes to me again, a girl
in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling.
It's not so terrible she tells me,
not like you think, all darkness
and silence. There are windchimes
and the smell of lemons, some days
it rains, but more often the air is dry
and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase
built from hair and bone and listen
to the voices of the living. I like it,
she says, shaking the dust from her hair,
especially when they fight, and when they sing.
Death comes to me again, a girl
in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling.
It's not so terrible she tells me,
not like you think, all darkness
and silence. There are windchimes
and the smell of lemons, some days
it rains, but more often the air is dry
and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase
built from hair and bone and listen
to the voices of the living. I like it,
she says, shaking the dust from her hair,
especially when they fight, and when they sing.
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Date: 2002-06-10 10:33 am (UTC)Thanks for posting it. :)
I like your new icon too. Pretty.
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Date: 2002-06-11 05:18 am (UTC)And Dorianne Laux is just an amazing poet and a nice person as well- I had the pleasure of meeting her and was really impressed.