Trying to Forget
“For Beauty’s nothing / but the beginning of Terror we’re still
just able to bear.”
R.M. Rilke, Duino Elegies.
Just as you think it’s dead,
some thing like an animal
suddenly runs in circles
clutching trophies of gut beyond
consciousness of pain (yet pain
so terribly borne)
until
dropped.
drags
on a little further.
Trying to forget;
yet flashing on her
without thought,
no reason.
yet flashing on her
without thought,
no reason.
© Joel Weishaus
From, Feels Like Home Again: Collected Poems.
Lavender Ink, New Orleans, 2014.
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