This poem is taken from PN Review 169, Volume 32 Number 5, May - June 2006.

Mehr Licht

Fiona Sampson


Open the second shutter, so more light can come in.
                                                                                Goethe

But there's too much light
tremoring
                   beyond sight

the aura of the concrete step
the door-handle you put your hand on -

stepping away
from the slam of water into the sink.

Never mind. The sill's
                                    surprising red:
and you must ask yourself again, this morning,
how to bear
                      light
spilling out of itself
opening the interior of light

which is endlessly full.
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