Monday, May 13, 2013

Not by Sophie Cabot Black

by Sophie Cabot Black

that you are unloved
but that you love
and must decide which

to remember; tracks left 
in the field, a language
of going away or coming back--

and to look up
from the single mind,  
to let untangle 

the far-off snow
from sky
until no longer

held as proof
is also where birds
find agreement

strung along branches
each with their own song
for the other,

every note used
to sing anyway--
how to hold the already

as the not yet 

About This Poem

"This was written for a friend who kept asking me if anyone would ever love her. Always that question, and what is there to say except to endure enough to see what happens. Maybe even to be brave enough to start first, to love without expectation, even hope."

--Sophie Cabot Black

Sophie Cabot Black is the author of three books of poetry. Her most recent is The Exchange: Poems (Graywolf Press, 2013). She divides her time between New York City and rural Connecticut.


silvereagle said...

Excellent answer to the question posed. must love and decide----

Anonymous said...

Sometimes, you have to be the one to go looking, instead of the one waiting, too.

Peace <3