for Etta Silver (1913–2013) This is where the poem holds its breath, where the usable truth sways, sorrowing, and the people sway with the truth of it, and this is where the poem enters the dark. This is where the book closes and the clock opens and the clock closes and the
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A long night I spent thinking that reality was the story of the human species the vanquished search for the vanquished Sounds come by, ruffling my soul I sense space’s elasticity, go on reading the books she wrote on the wars she’s seen Why do seasons who regularly follow their appointed time, deny their kind of energy to us? why is winter followed by a few more days of winter? We came to transmit the shimmering from which we came; to name it we deal with a permanent voyage, the becoming of that which itself had become
Copyright © 2017 by Etel Adnan. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 28, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.
Copyright © 2017 by Etel Adnan. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 28, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.

Etel Adnan
Etel Adnan was born in 1925. She has written more than a dozen books of poetry, fiction, and essays.