A Response to Robert Bly's Poem,
“Looking into a Face”
by Tracy Mitchell

I will remember the fish
of the sea lifted to the sun,
my own backbone stiffened
with the years, signal fires
above cragged cliffs to which
we return our unborn, looking
into a face, wandering in a
face, until determinedly lost–
until a light around the body
no longer casts a shadow.



 

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