You had only To open the door To bring me the self I was before. I thought I should never See her again; I thought she was hidden From women and men. Her eyes had been bright As the sun on water; She sang as blithe As an elf-king’s daughter. I had hoped — and […]
The Self by Afram Zagajewski
It is small and no more visible than a cricket in August. It likes to dress up, to masquerade, as all dwarves do. It lodges between granite blocks, between serviceable truths. It even fits under a bandage, under adhesive. Neither custom officers nor their beautiful dogs will find it. Between hymns, between alliances, it hides […]