The song itself had hinges. The clasp on the eighteenth-century Bible
had hinges, which creaked; when you released the catch,
the book would sigh and expand.
The song was of two wholes joined by hinges,
and I was worried about the joining, the spaces in between
the joints, the weight of each side straining them.
|Copyright © 2001 by Saskia Hamilton. Reprinted from As For Dream with the permission of Graywolf Press, Saint Paul, Minnesota. All rights reserved.|