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| Catherine Cole |
Stars
(For W.H. Auden)
Looking up at the
stars I know quite well,
That I am seeing only
the memory of them,
Starlight
Is just a trick to
draw my eyes up and up
Trying to name them
To find the bear or
the belt.
Some stars hold words
in their firmament
Cruel, hard, soft,
sexy, bereft
Star chatter down the
light years.
star gossip about the
shameful and the good.
As if condemnation
could change anything
A star chamber
floating above my head,
moments
Of my own
nothingness.
We are related though
Those stars and me
And my atoms came
from that star…
And that …
and I traverse the
sky each night
Because stars rest
in my veins and my
heart.
My lungs breathe
stars
Star bursts are my eyes
That they are long
extinct
Bothers me not
They are in me
As I fall towards my
death
Catherine Cole is a writer and academic.
She is currently Professor of Creative Writing at Liverpool John Moores
University UK and an Honorary Professorial Fellow at the University of
Wollongong, Australia.
Email: ccole@uow.edu.au
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