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
- Who Would Not Die For England! poem – Alfred Austin
- The Seed Market by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- O Daedalus, Fly Away Home by Robert Hayden
- The Café Filtre by Paul Blackburn
- The Song of My Heart by Olawuyi Mutiu
- The First Part: Sonnet 5 – How that vast heaven intitled First is roll’d, by William Drummond
- Новелла Матвеева – Подсолнух
- Paying The Captain by Russell Edson
- Владимир Бенедиктов – О, не играй веселых песен мне
- Владимир Маяковский – Во весь голос
- Farewell
- Robert Burns: Lines On Fergusson, The Poet :
- Валерий Брюсов – Грядущие гунны
- Bitterness by Philip Levine
- On The New Forcers Of Conscience Under The Long Parliament poem – John Milton poems
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