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Without Waking You

 

"In my hand I clutch the silence, all else is only seeming,

the clutch too tight, the fabric

too precious. And while I spread it out,

it slips from the numbed body, its temporary

home. It is night, and I only want to sleep.

The day’s moved out, as if I had thieved it for myself,

without touching it I leave no traces,

I stalk the unseen; did I get up,

wipe sweat from my forehead, open the window,

look at the skies, did I fit into all that?

In silence, my tongue wounded like my body,

deadly calm I pass over all,

remove, enraptured by an ease which has no mark.

The door must be well closed,

everything in its place, untouched,

images of fragility, all that could be gathered

will come together in the clutch. Endlessly turning them,

as though I were in my prettiest dress before a mirror,

I can leave time enough for life,

life enough for time. By silence, I repeat,

I recognise the words, their death delayed

as though I have been sitting in the dark a long, long time,

it is night, and I only want to sleep."

 

By Marijana Radmilović

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Taken on January 28, 2011