(love sonnet to light)

(love sonnet to light)
by Laynie Browne

It gives me ornate pleasure
to write to you a tiny kindness
To look up at white skies and see
a bird which is never bird but visitation

of January light, blank sky between bare
branches is your pale winter hand
made celestial, or the warmth of your
eyes or mouth entering mine

Book divined features blind
beyond page are imagined
And if you have a body
it is not mine

Still I am sending you this January light
which moves as quickly as any confession of love

 


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Laynie Browne

Laynie Browne is the author of ten collections of poetry and two novels. Her honors include a Pew Fellowship in 2014,  a National Poetry Series selection, a Contemporary Poetry Series selection, and the Gertrude Stein Award of Innovative Writing. She is co-editor of I’ll Drown My Book: Conceptual Writing by Women and teaches at University of Pennsylvania and Swarthmore College. Two collections are forthcoming, Scorpyn Odes (Kore Press) and P R A C T I C E (SplitLevel).

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