"Original Face"

A weekly poem, read by the author.
Oct. 8 2002 11:15 AM

Original Face

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wet rooftops at the base of the mountain.

No splayed breasts, no glaring teeth, appear before me.

Only the ivory hands of morning touching

the real face in the real mirror on my bureau.

Henri Cole's most recent book is Touch, which received the Jackson Poetry Prize. He teaches at Ohio State University.

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