Saturday, August 16, 2008
How Many Times (poem)
How Many Times
How many times
I have told my secret,
in verse, in prose,
before sleeping,
at dawn,
wondering,
to whom am I speaking,
is it to others,
this strange narrative I repeat
like a monk saying hours,
traveler’s tale of mystic realms,
exotic account whispered
into the listener’s ear
the unfolding of rapture
which some call by names
like bliss,
or am I simply rehearsing
the story to myself,
old silk taken out and unwrapped
to spread the familiar table,
repeated ritual,
over and over,
how can I ever
convince anyone
it is true?
Dorothy Walters
August 14, 2008
How many times
I have told my secret,
in verse, in prose,
before sleeping,
at dawn,
wondering,
to whom am I speaking,
is it to others,
this strange narrative I repeat
like a monk saying hours,
traveler’s tale of mystic realms,
exotic account whispered
into the listener’s ear
the unfolding of rapture
which some call by names
like bliss,
or am I simply rehearsing
the story to myself,
old silk taken out and unwrapped
to spread the familiar table,
repeated ritual,
over and over,
how can I ever
convince anyone
it is true?
Dorothy Walters
August 14, 2008
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