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