About the poet
Kelly Grovier (b. 1968) grew up in America and was educated at the University of California, Los...
think themselves into existence
and know themselves too good
The trouble comes at picnics -
the last to leave, lovers lying
head to head, sky-faced,
naming the unnameable with eyes
closed - flickerings - the unknown
knowing the unknowable. After a while,
it becomes difficult to separate
what about them moves the most -
the bright intangibility of something
that's no longer there from the utter
absence that beckons in between -
the echoed darkness or the dark
unechoing. 'Look', she says,
pointing to neither,
'how cold is that?'
from A Lens in the Palm (Carcanet, 2008), © Kelly Grovier 2008, used by permission of the author and the publisher.
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