History

Original Text: 
Apostrophes III: Alone upon the Earth. Ottawa: BuschekBooks, 1999: 60.
1When we are old, our eyes will open wide and everything we knew
2will exit through them, standing here and there, domestic order of
3tables, chairs and bed making room for what we are -- a rose
4that passed between our hands will flower there, a place where we
5were walking in a change of light, a star that we had shared when we
6were far apart -- and we will gaze upon them, moving through our eyes.
7What other history is to be known? I do not think that we
8will speak, but gestures will become our sentences, the past that is
9inside us unconstrained, wherever it had been emerging in
10the light, close to hand. We are the world that embraces us,
11and of its silence we are given birth, the we that we reside
12within a womb where roses, stars and chairs in their enigmas are.
13When we are old, we will step carefully about us, mysteries
14of where beginnings are, of our being rose, possessing us.
Publication Start Year: 
1999
RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire
RPO Edition: 
2006
Form: 
Special Copyright: 

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