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
- Into The Twilight by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Высоцкий – Граждане, ах, сколько ж я не пел
- Владимир Степанов – В лесу осиновом
- Иван Варавва – Кубань
- A Dream (English Translation) by Rabindranath Tagore
- Sonnet 35: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Высоцкий – Слева бесы, справа бесы
- A Dedication
- Crossing The Water by Sylvia Plath
- REVOLT OF A SUTRA by Satish Verma
- See, how I love you by Vinko Kalinić
- Recollection
- Prologue, spoken by Mr. Woods at Edinburgh by Robert Burns
- Алексей Толстой – В совести искал я долго обвиненья
- Ольга Берггольц – О, наверное, он не вернётся
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