BODIES

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HEATHER KING

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Bodies disappear like ghosts
become invisible
untouchable absent
discovered in bathtubs
fainting on streets
swaying on stretchers
departing with a photograph in hand
freed from a watch a wedding ring an umbrella
beautiful as during a nuptial night
naked
truly faithful this time for ever
friends with silence
that is with things in themselves
returning through the side door of a dream
suddenly omnipresent
screaming without sound
from inconsolable longing

—Anna Kamienska
trans. Grazyna Drabik and David Curzon

ODIORNE’S POINT, RYE BEACH, NH

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5 responses to “BODIES”

  1. novasold Avatar
    novasold

    Continued prayers for you and your family.

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  2. Liz Avatar
    Liz

    ….and then the Spirit moves in for good. I keep you in my thoughts and prayers, Heather

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  3. owen swain Avatar
    owen swain

    Lord of hosts, hear our "inconsolable longing."

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  4. Anonymous Avatar
    Anonymous

    Thinking about you and your family.

    The poem is so true.

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  5. LouiseM Avatar
    LouiseM

    In looking up the word "vanish" last week, I was surprised by the opposite togetherness of the two meanings that came up, as they mirrored my experiences and my quarrel with death.

    To vanish:
    To gradually cease to exist.
    To disappear suddenly and completely.

    Luke 24:31 KJV
    And their eyes were opened, and they knew him; and he vanished out of their sight.

    May you see and know what you need to see and know in the days ahead as your mom continues to vanish from your sight. God be with you.

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