Academic journal article The Hudson Review


Academic journal article The Hudson Review


Article excerpt

Something glances at me over my shoulder.

What does it see?

Old clothes, familiar days, bright instincts,

and those intimate little things that count in the end.

Or does it hear those silent footsteps

that remind one of the hushed noises

of a hundred settled birds at dusk?

Maybe it feels the tight curl of my fingers

in my pocket.

To tell the truth, a voice inside

calls for help still. The childish sorrow

leaps at me like a cat, when I feel

I have become someone else. My life cannot remember

when between the all and the nothing, I found

everything the opposite of what I had imagined.

It recalls how once it watched over

the morals of a nation, looking to an uneasy future.

I drift past prisons, their torture chambers,

and my rage against a distant past.

And drag myself away both from beauty queens

and mangled lepers, the religious grandeur of priests,

fanatical in love with the secret scents of their bodies,

while they risk their keyless farewells. …

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