The Natural World by Judy Kronenfeld

North of Oxford

full-moon-taken-from
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The Natural World
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                        for DNK
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A full North moon
glides up behind my shoulders
over the black lake
on which I dream I am rowing
whose shores are covered
in crusted snow—
like a radiant beneficence,
regal in beaten gold,
immense,
a powerful friend
who understands the comforts
of wordless closeness.
.
It silently swings
a censer of sheen,
flings purse after purse
of spangles and gleams.
And my oars drip gold
as I raise them to rest,
the gunnels drop stars
as the boat bobs
in the swells. How the liquid dark
spills awake, as if
warmed from within!
.
But my stark heart—even in
this dream brooding
on your frightening diagnosis—shivers
in my chest, and my cold hands unfold
only helplessness.
.
judy
Judy Kronenfeld’s most recent books of poetry are Bird Flying through…

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