Denis Johnson

Denis Johnson
Denis Johnson 1949-2017

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Song

My heart, my dove, my snail, my sail, my   
    milktooth, shadow, sparrow, fingernail,   
         flower-cat and blossom-hedge, mandrake

root now put to bed, moonshell, sea-swell,   
    manatee, emerald shining back at me,   
         nutmeg, quince, tea leaf and bone, zither,

cymbal, xylophone; paper, scissors, then
    there’s stone—Who doesn’t come through the door   
         to get home?

Cynthia Zarin

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