Elm | The Poetry Foundation
First published in Ariel, 1965. Reprinted in The Collected Poems, 1981. Disability Poetics Advertise with Poetry Poetry Magazine Poetry Magazine Archive Submit to Poetry
Share For Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there. Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness? Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse. All night I shall gallop thus, impetuously, Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf, Echoing, echoing. Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons? This is rain now, this big hush. And this is the fruit of it: tin-white, like arsenic.
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