Never To Dream Of Spiders

Time collapses between the lips of strangers
my days collapse into a hollow tube
soon implodes against now
like an iron wall
my eyes are blocked with rubble
a smear of perspectives
blurring each horizon
in the breathless precision of silence
one word is made.

Once the renegade flesh was gone
fall air lay against my face
sharp and blue as a needle
but the rain fell through October
and death lay a condemnation
within my blood.

The smell of your neck in August
a fine gold wire bejeweling war
all the rest lies
illusive as a farmhouse
on the other side of a valley
vanishing in the afternoon.

Day three day four day ten
the seventh step
a veiled door leading to my golden anniversary
flameproofed free-paper shredded
in the teeth of a pillaging dog
never to dream of spiders
and when they turned the hoses upon me
a burst of light.

by Audre Lorde

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Comments (7)

flameproofed free-paper shredded in the teeth of a pillaging dog never to dream of spiders images, sorrow, pin, tears, thank u dear poetess. tony
The brevity of time, the images of sorrow, how painful this world of hers is... this poem needs several readings, tasting the sounds of the words, studying the meanings of the images- very complex, but how it draws the reader in
A despair from the loss of loved one, turned into imaginative poem, impressive!
A very stylist presentation, extraordinary poem. I like the poem.
Blurring each horizon with the muse of life. Thanks for sharing.
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