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Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Infinitives
To love, still, that red & blue polka-dotted box bought from a Russian rummage store in New York. To dust it — not often enough. To stare at it — too often. To never open it anymore. Keep his ashes hidden. To rub my ears with my fists to hear anything else than absence in our house. To open again books we loved & read again the pages he had earmarked. To love what’s left — now that he left: poems & their eloquence of leaving things unsaid. -- Copyright 2022 Laure-Anne Bosselaar. First published in Cavewall number 17.
Laure-Anne Bosselaar's many books include These Many Rooms published by Four Way Books.
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Lovely even in its sorrow.❤️
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Such a wonderful example of how a poem–short as Laura’s is!–can encompass both the personal and universal, can encompass worlds/lifetimes of love.
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Yes
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A stunning poem, Laure-Anne.
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Thanks, Jane. I agree.
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Such a beautiful and heart-rending poem.
“To love what’s left – now that he left”
(Somehow this must have crept into my subconscious for my book title….)
And the most powerful of all : “of leaving things unsaid.”
You so know how to show not tell… to get to that deeper level of absence.
This terrible loss has both robbed you and enriched you.
You are so amazing. And I love you! Moi
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Sweet and sad, bringing up a good memory I have of Kurt.
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Well-said, John.
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Thank you, dear John. You know, Kurt was a great admirer of your work…
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In my journal today I’ve written: Time takes so long—is gone by so fast. How do we live between these two?
Laurie: I think you’re superb.
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Sean, I agree! Her poems are superb!
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