My Armor Poem by Abraham Sutzkever

My Armor



As the desert porcupine darts
Its white and black arrows
Into the hollow circle
Drawing it like a Fata Morgana,
So, in wandering to your face, I dart
The days and nights of my body,
Spread them over miles,
To defend myself
From death:
From myself.

1968

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