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    munhoulo
    Jun 09, 2021

    Dormiveglia

    in Messages to Paul's loved ones

    "Myth"

    Natasha Trethewey

    from Native Guard: Poems (2007)


    I was asleep while you were dying. It’s as if you slipped through some rift, a hollow I make between my slumber and my waking,


    the Erebus I keep you in, still trying not to let go. You’ll be dead again tomorrow, but in dreams you live. So I try taking


    you back into morning. Sleep-heavy, turning,

    my eyes open, I find you do not follow. Again and again, this constant forsaking.


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    Again and again, this constant forsaking:

    my eyes open, I find you do not follow. You back into morning, sleep-heavy, turning.


    But in dreams you live. So I try taking, not to let go. You’ll be dead again tomorrow. The Erebus I keep you in—still, trying—

    I make between my slumber and my waking. It’s as if you slipped through some rift, a hollow. I was asleep while you were dying.

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    mbmellin
    Jun 11, 2021

    Oh, Mun Hou, this is so true and so sad.

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