by Christina Davis
It was something to let him go.
It was a having to believe, furthermore,
in the voyage
of the other, a Ulysses
without an Ithaca,
was to speak
of the sea
without speech
of the shore—
and to have for a body
the going away of the body, to have for eyes
the going away of the eyes. And for hearing,
a silence, where once
were people.
And for comfort, a dwelling
before each
steps into that weather
of which all
strangers speak.
Christina Davis, "Furthermore" from An Ethic. Copyright © 2013 by Christina Davis.
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