"A Letter" by Alexandra Zelman-Doring

Alexandra Zelman-Doring

A Letter

I look where I left you, conducting

long dialogue with the night.
Interrupting to ask of the moon with fear I have taken in me too, oh
my love.
Illusory the night watch thinking it hears
this dark, no that, the one on the water, the one in the eye, the increase the ripples dark and calm.

The infinitudes,
say.

-- Alexandra Zelman-Doring

Comments

[florence]

you have to love the movement, the rhyme, the dreamy conotations of this poem...it's really lovely...can;t wait to read more ...

[Settembrini]

Ich bin ja mehr als Traum im Traume.

[Tito Jankowski]

Rockin!
Tito

[Ingrid Norton]

Yes, here is the way a poem can embody its subject, surround the reader with its meaning, rather than simply say it. There is a distinction, I can't remember whose, that the difference between analytic prose and creative writing is that in the former you write about your subject, but in the later you write around it. That is what I like so much about your two poems here--how well you write around loss and love, without needing to declare it.
Un abrazo, I

[a zeba]

Another intelectual delicacy from A Zelman-Doring. She should be published and widely read.

[Andytobo]

The way in which this poem does become the night is its most powerful part. The solid yet treacherous thing, its thousand faces and each uncertainly an ally of the others...is the dark on the lake's face its own or the night's, is the one in our eyes which comes with the night the same...

A midnight epiphany, an apotheosis in close, warm dark. The tension and need composed almost by their absence in this poem...it is only infinity, you say, only fear, illusion, need.