Friday, November 15, 2013

"Every Breath," Claire Malroux

Every Breath

Every breath (I lied to myself)
in my own breath every flower
will sharpen my eyes every ocean
will wander in my blood
and struggling skin on skin against the specter
of the wind life always grew green again
tangled in death's curls but what
memory hovered of fields and of bison

Claire Malroux

Translated by Marilyn Hacker

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