Lui et Elle
O Mistress, Mistress,
Your eye is very dark, very bright,
And it never softens
Although you watch.
~from Lui et Elle by D. H. Lawrence
The cold grows colder, even as the days
grow longer, February’s mercury vapor light
buffing but not defrosting the bone-white
ground, crusty and treacherous underfoot.
This is the time of year that’s apt to put
a hammerlock on a healthy appetite,
old anxieties back into the night,
insomnia and nightmares into play;
when things in need of doing go undone
and things that can’t be undone come to call,
muttering recriminations at the door,
and buried ambitions rise up through the floor
and pin your wriggling shoulders to the wall;
and hope’s a reptile waiting for the sun.
~from February by Bill Christophersen
Source: Poetry (February 2002)
Photo by Sandra Peterson Ramirez.