William Weiyi Marr


Last Life - Poem by William Weiyi Marr

Roaming somewhere in the universe
a clang from an anvil
or a hollow resonance from the woods
is yet to reach me
otherwise I might be able to tell you
in my last life
I was a blacksmith
or a woodpecker

a painter, or a flower
if only I could recall
the face of an evening sky
still wet on canvas
or a brilliant dewdrop
precariously rolling
and rolling

a trace of cloud
a whiff of air...

(1993, Chicago)

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013


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