October 2010
3 posts
Across a Great Wilderness without You
This poem blows me away every time I read it. Someday can I write a poem like this please?
Across a Great Wilderness Without You
Keetje Kuipers
The deer come out in the evening.
God bless them for not judging me,
I’m drunk. I stand on the porch in my bathrobe
and make strange noises at them—
language,
if language can be a kind of crying.
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