Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Tchaikovsky’s Fatum

“I bear the dead within me,
And they write through me,”
Ko Un told The Guardian.

Love destroys the manuscript 
Begun parallel to love.
His fate was never performed 
Again while he was alive.

But we bare the dead
Within us, eventually.
And they write through us
As a child or a poet

Or a god writes through mistakes,
Pretending they’ve been erased.
Just so. I will write through this.

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