A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
for Julia We go into the dark and the dark opens. Boats tipped with light and moon on the water. There is no difference between the tree and the shadow of the tree. There is no space between the voice and the word. There is no difference between your breath and your dear life. There is no end of you.
From The Dark Opens. Copyright 2007 Miriam Levine. Winner of the Autumn House Poetry Prize, selected by Mark Doty. Included in Vox Populi by permission of the author.