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Idra Novey
Of the Divine as Absence and Single Letter
Of the Divine as Absence and Single Letter
Of the Divine as Absence and Single Letter
If our view were not a Holiday Innbut a fringe of trees, I could say G here
is our greenly hidden.
If we lived
amid Joe-Pye weed and high grass
instead of spackle and peeling plaster
I could say perhaps
I’m listening to G now
but mean the owl, a wind playing the silo,
a sticking sorrow,
any sound but the snore
of our latest visitor on the futon. Dear G,
please make him turn, make me kinder.
I’m not far from unfathoming it all.
© 2012, Idra Novey
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Of the Divine as Absence and Single Letter
If our view were not a Holiday Innbut a fringe of trees, I could say G here
is our greenly hidden.
If we lived
amid Joe-Pye weed and high grass
instead of spackle and peeling plaster
I could say perhaps
I’m listening to G now
but mean the owl, a wind playing the silo,
a sticking sorrow,
any sound but the snore
of our latest visitor on the futon. Dear G,
please make him turn, make me kinder.
I’m not far from unfathoming it all.
Of the Divine as Absence and Single Letter
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