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This poem is taken from PN Review 108, Volume 22 Number 4, March - April 1996.

Six Poems Marilyn Hacker


Broceliande
for Marie-Geneviève Havel

Yes, there is a vault in the ruined castle.
Yes, there is a woman waking beside the
gleaming sword she drew from the stone of childhood:
hers, if she bore it.

She has found her way through the singing forest.
She has gotten lost in the maze of cobbled
streets in ancient towns, where no lovely stranger
echoed her language.

Sometimes she inhabits the spiring cities
architects project out of science-fiction
dreams, but she illuminates them with different
voyages, visions:

with tomato plants, with the cat who answers
when he's called, with music-hall lyrics, work-scarred
...


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