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Posts tagged rebecca lindenberg.
What thou lov’st well shall not be reft from thee;
What thou lov’st well is thy true heritage.
Ezra Pound
You’ll find labels describing what is gone:
an empress’s bones, a stolen painting
of a man in a feathered helmet
holding a flag-draped spear.
A vellum gospel, hidden somewhere long ago
forgotten, would have sat on that pedestal;
this glass cabinet could have kept the first
salts carried back from the Levant.
To help us comprehend the magnitude
of absence, huge rooms
lie empty of their wonders—the Colossus,
Babylon’s Hanging Gardens and
in this gallery, empty shelves enough to hold
all the scrolls of Alexandria.
My love, I’ve petitioned the curator
who has acquired an empty chest
representing all the poems you will
now never write. It will be kept with others
in the poet’s gallery. Next door,
a vacant room echoes with the spill
of jewels buried by a pirate who died
before disclosing their whereabouts.
I hope you don’t mind, but I have kept
a few of your pieces
for my private collection. I think
you know the ones I mean.
Rebecca Lindenberg, “In the Museum of Lost Objects” (via aubade)
I woke in a gold dress
you in jeans.
Morning filled
wine bottles
in the kitchen
ashine with
fine mica glitter
of fish scales and salt.
It was quiet.
We coiled in scarves
outside –
me sugar, you milk.
You said: That went well,
don’t you think?
Sun behind you
I kissed the hole in the light
and said, Yes.
