If I call it pain, and try to touch it With my hands, my own life, It lies still and the music thins, A pulse felt for through garments.


Duende: Poems (ed. Graywolf Press, 2007) - ISBN: 9781555974756

Tracy K. Smith Quotes

If I call it pain, and try to touch it With my hands, my own life, It lies still and the music thins, A pulse felt for through garments.

If I call it pain, and try to touch it With my hands, my own life, It lies still and the music thins, A pulse felt for through garments.

If I call it pain, and try to touch it With my hands, my own life, It lies still and the music thins, A pulse felt for through garments.

If I call it pain, and try to touch it With my hands, my own life, It lies still and the music thins, A pulse felt for through garments.