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
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- Kangaroo talks to the Sun by Raj Arumugam
- To Mr. Cyriack Skinner Upon His Blindness poem – John Milton poems
- Ballades V – Of His Choice Of A Sepulchre poem – Andrew Lang poems
- At Carnoy by Siegfried Sassoon
- Life Of a Broke Person by Russell James
- The Legatee poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Вера Павлова – Твоя хладность
- Юнна Мориц – Мой подвал
- The Hedger by William Barnes
- Владимир Солоухин – У моря
- On a Tree Fallen Across the Road by Robert Frost
- Николай Заболоцкий – Я не ищу гармонии в природе
- Владимир Высоцкий – Не могу ни выпить, ни забыться
- Vernal Ode by William Wordsworth
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