This poem is taken from PN Review 137, Volume 27 Number 3, January - February 2001.
LoreleiYour voice comes like the crackling
spears of lightning I once saw
fracture a mountain.
I was monumental they said
and sang for my supper
like all the blue birds that made it
over the hill.
And then it fell slow like smoke
and I couldn't find you
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