poem of the day: The Page is a Landscape by Lyor Shternberg

The Page is a Landscape

Lyor Shternberg (link)

THE PAGE IS A LANDSCAPE

I place a few shrubs in the south, (close
to my chest). Further north on a random
white hill, a young woman from the past
sits and plucks petals
from a daisy she picked very near where
the pen touches now.
. . .

It’s not easy to contain all one sees. The eye-
fan trembles from strain
and sun. The greatest temptation
is to abandon everything and slide into silence
like a dune, toward oblivion
and I would have unless I had known
the page would not disappear.

This is how we live. Dark
or discovered, by turns. You, me, the bastard
page, beloved, a reminder not to leave,
and the young woman too (grown, meanwhile,
and more beautiful) who has finished plucking flower petals
and floats gently now
between the lines –

her arms spread wide, hair
breathing in the blue afternoon light.
Don’t worry. She
stays.

A page is never blank

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4 thoughts on “poem of the day: The Page is a Landscape by Lyor Shternberg

  1. Judith Post says:

    I’m not always smart enough to understand poetry, but it always makes me think.

  2. yeltnuh says:

    I’ve never understood poetry, but I need it.

  3. Teresa Cleveland Wendel says:

    My favorite line: This is how we live. Dark
    or discovered, by turns.

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