Poetry Friday: In Every Life

April 15th, 2011

Happy April and happy tax day on this beautiful April day! Oh, and happy Poetry Friday!

In Every Life

Alicia Ostriker

In every life there’s a moment or two
when the self disappears, the cruel wound
takes over, and then again
at times we are filled with sky
or with birds or
simply with the sugary tea on the table
said the old woman

I know what you mean said the tulip
about epiphanies
for instance a cloudless April sky
the approach of a butterfly
but as to the disappearing self
no
I have not yet experienced that

You are creating distinctions
that do not exist in reality
where “self” and “not-self” are like salt
in ocean, cloud in sky
oxygen in fire
said the philosophical dog
under the table scratching his balls

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1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. Mary Lee  |  April 17th, 2011 at 5:20 am

    Gotta love that dog for keeping things real!

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