Land and Sea

Land and Sea

Land and Sea

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A weekly poem, read by the author.
Aug. 1 2001 3:00 AM

Land and Sea

Individual suffering is ineffable, really.

Nobody ever comprehends it.

I touch your face, sleeping—

Its lines deepen with disappointment.

Your face, touched only when you are absent,

Its cloven sorrows apparent even in sleep—

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How could love bring me to the brink?

You and I are married by sadness,

What you grant me day to day is willed.

I seek love governed by compassion,

Felt it, truly, part of every day—

Now I hate you in furlongs and fathoms

Unmeasured—

For the weakness that carved a crevice in your face.