May 25, 2013

That Now Are Wild And Do Not Remember

by David Ferry 

Where did you go to, when you went away? 
It is as if you step by step were going 
Someplace elsewhere into some other range
Of speaking, that I had no gift for speaking, 
Knowing nothing of the language of that place
To which you went with naked foot at night 
Into the wilderness there elsewhere in the bed, 
Elsewhere somewhere in the house beyond my seeking. 
I have been so dislanguaged by what happened 
I cannot speak the words that somewhere you 
Maybe were speaking to others where you went.
Maybe they talk together where they are, 
Restlessly wandering, along the shore,
Waiting for a way to cross the river. 

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