I Go

—after Edna St. Vincent Millay

not into the woods to follow the quick
apostrophes of wolves, their paws stained
with wild choke-cherry. Nor after the skiff
carrying the Persian woman with bangled
wrists, her taffeta gown heavy with rain.
But here, where you have planted deep salt-licks
so that imagination need not strain
after some rare lynx across the Baltic.
No. Instead, they come to me, all things far.
With you, I have everything I can't do
without: even stars find me on wanderjahrs
through night because they are following you—
you who breaks wide open worlds undreamed of
making me more unmendably in love.
After This or These
Jennifer Hearn

After This or These

Jennifer Hearn

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