The Gate
by Marie Howe
I had no idea that the gate I would step through
to finally enter this world
would be the space my brother’s body made. He was
a little taller than me: a young man
but grown, himself by then,
done at twenty-eight, having folded every sheet,
rinsed every glass he would ever rinse under the cold
and running water.
This is what you have been waiting for, he used to say to me.
And I’d say, What?
And he’d say, This—holding up my cheese and mustard sandwich.
And I’d say, What?
And he’d say, This, sort of looking around.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Алексей Плещеев – Тобой лишь ясны дни мои
- Why Write? by Mark Olynyk
- Laws for Creations. by Walt Whitman
- Conscripts by Siegfried Sassoon
- Persephone, Falling by Rita Dove
- Алишер Навои – Сверкнула в темноте ночной краса
- Love Lightly
- Стефан Малларме – Появление
- I Know an Aged Man Constrained to Dwell by William Wordsworth
- Night by William Morris
- About The Nightingale by Samuel Coleridge
- Николай Гербель – Введение к поэме
- Николай Глазков – Дремота обрела права
- The Gardener LIX: O Woman by Rabindranath Tagore
- Джон Китс – Четыре разных времени в году
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