Source: gifak-net
Tag: drop
It trembles, liquid to the mind, then falls
Sometimes you linger days
upon a word,
a single, uncontaminated drop
of sound; for days
it trembles, liquid to the mind,
then falls:
mere denotation
dimming the undertow of language.
– John Burnside, from “Like me, you sometimes waken”
Notes:
- Bio for John Burnside
- Find poem in book titled Common Knowledge
- Photograph: Hearts & Magic.
- Poem Source: Fables of Reconstruction