"The shape of her soul is a square.She knows this to be the casebecause she often feels its cornerspressing sharp against the bonejust under her shoulder bladesand across the wings of her hips.Of course, this squaredoes not appear on x-rays, and often,weeks may pass when she forgetsthat it exists. When she does thinkto consider its purpose in her life,she can say only that it aches witha single mystery, for whose answershe has long ago given up the search—since its question is a word whose namecan never quite be asked. This yearning,she has concluded, is the only functionof the square, repeated again and againin each of its four matching angles,until, with time, she is persuadedanew that what it frames has nointerest in ever making her happy."
from Young Smith, She Considers the Dimensions of Her Soul
[(1) at Portland's Rebuild-It Center. On 400iso film, with the Pentax k1000 (p.s.) For the Resilient Ones]
I'm not someone who is adept and understanding and responding to poetry - but I adore this one. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeletejill : That's my favorite thing about Poetry. It defies the need for analysis and it just makes you feel
ReplyDeleteSammy this is one of those times where I read something and feel like it was made for me. Thanks for blogging this :)
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