Anointed by your sweat, brackish and sweet by turn
a mantle against the exile of waking.
Weaving nightly chimeras into shimmering tropics,
retracing terrain by yearning made familiar.
It is thus I dream you.
Seeking, seeking the unnamable.
The tenuous mooring of memory
all that remains to bind us.
Forsworn the small comforts and domesticities,
and forbear words for the knowing you exist
in that silence.
in that silence.
Antonia Baranov
This is beautiful. I was breathless as I read it and then felt at peace. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteoh this is very beautiful antonia..thanks for pointing me there..
ReplyDeleteLove this, fantastic!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing, Antonia...love this :)
ReplyDelete"seeking, seeking the unnamable" - oh, how I love this. Thank you for bringing me here to read your words, to find some feelings described in your words.
ReplyDeleteYes, this is fine:) Perhaps we should put together an anthology of Odyssean (or Penelopean) poetry :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and poignant
ReplyDeleteThis is deliciously opaque--probably why I like it ;) xx
ReplyDeleteFor me it's so cleas as in dream s my reality.
ReplyDelete"The tenuous mooring of memory
ReplyDeleteall that remains to bind us."
Beautiful . . .