Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
Issue 27 - Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art
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ELIZABETH MACKLIN<br />
The Secret Note You Were H<strong>and</strong>ed by Lorca<br />
It's a song: dormida, sleeping. You're asleep,<br />
<strong>and</strong> not only "drowsy." The way a true friend<br />
returns after dying—pen<strong>and</strong>o, the old dog lost<br />
but returning to leap <strong>and</strong> to love you: a dream,<br />
not only a daydream, thinking the words<br />
•with leashed feelings.<br />
Was it truly different for you: sun-scorned—lost<br />
in a stolen shadow, as if for a stolen girl,<br />
as if in an envy? He, too, nearly assumed<br />
you'd been longing for something different.<br />
A friend comes back in a dream,<br />
it's funny—the same jacket,<br />
the bright-yellow tie but the same gesture.<br />
And the marvelling wash <strong>of</strong> the old<br />
affection, humming—a blue-gold snow in between,<br />
like a sun indoors over coolness.<br />
If only—<br />
It's only a dream.<br />
Was it you that hurt him?<br />
The Sadness <strong>of</strong> Not Knowing<br />
Two years to the minute<br />
(where was I?) when<br />
she was alone, the nurse left, <strong>and</strong> she<br />
was alone—strong, weakened,<br />
living in hope or<br />
icebound or white-sheet lonely?<br />
I was getting my tickets when this<br />
last minute, last hour<br />
took place. Yes, I see<br />
how it was.<br />
I hope there was a heaven.<br />
"Oh, nonsense" she'd say to the fear<br />
in my thought, she<br />
might have said.<br />
"Don't be afraid.<br />
Don't be afraid<br />
to be sad,<br />
to be there, away<br />
to try, to see."