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\nI remember you on the cold streets of Montreal
\na blonde buying chocolate in a French city full
\nof synagogues. That was the year of the Upanishads,
\nwhen love was universal. I know that you want
\nto move someplace warmer now, but I have
\nseen you in boots and gloves, with ice glistening
\nin your hair. It is too late for me to change
\nI am here. I am content. I am still at work<\/p>\nNow I walk through this human-built world
\nwith my little bag of shopping and my dreams
\nLight is laid like a tablecloth across the
\nafternoon and even the thinnest, purest saints
\nwill eat. Quietly, people leave their offices
\nQuietly, they cross the square, stroll through
\nthe park, heading home. There is nothing more
\nto be afraid of. I hope that you will stay with me
\nI am happy. Darling, even if I am lost<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\nThe Sensual World Re-Emerges<\/i><\/a> is the fifth collection of poems by Eleanor Lerman<\/a>. There was a 25-year gap between her first and second collections; as Lerman explained<\/a>, “I just kind of moved away from poetry, because it was making me experience a lot of very raw feelings that, when I wasn’t writing, were making me think I was crazy and getting way out of control… I decided that maybe I could do this again, no matter what that means confronting. I don’t know where I got the courage from, because I knew that all kinds of cans of worms were going to get opened again. The strange thing is that doing the actual work turned out to be remarkably easy: the issues I had to (have to) deal with around the work are still very difficult.”<\/p>\n
Other Lerman poems include “The Marfa Lights<\/a>” (published in Connotation Press<\/i>), “Starfish<\/a>” (Ralph<\/i>), “What the Dark-Eyed Angel Knows<\/a>” (The Writer’s Almanac<\/i>), and “About Patti Boyd and Me<\/a>” and “Starina<\/a>” (from the Poetry Foundation website).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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