Love Poem as Ars Poetica

Erica McAlpine

 
 

Because I am the dog who thought
her pain was a location, shuffling in
and out of rooms, trying to escape it,
it forever following along,

you stick with me everywhere — not
you, but the idea. We begin
with something big, water, or the wind, thinking we can shape it
before it all goes wrong.

 

From The Yale Review, July 2013, issue 101.3.

Image: Hendrik Doijer (attributed to), Stroomversnelling in de Mindrinetica. 1906 - 1913. From the Rijksmuseum.