Fall 2007 • Vol. XXIX No. 4 PoetryOctober 1, 2007 |

Key

Arm's yield, body's fit.    Let guilt not create          the opening.       Forced to turn. Stopped short. Clasped in one hand.    Vines cut down to reveal       the dappled on. I am waiting,       Sitting on rattan          among the scented,       focused on emptiness, a single notch, a slit,          grooved, declivitous,     sliding into an intensity          that is neither unrepeated or undiminished.

Already have an account? Login

Join KR for even more to read.

Register for a free account to read five free pieces a month from our current issue and digital archive.
Register for Free and Read This Piece



Or become a subscriber today and get complete, immediate access to our digital archives at every subscription level.

Read More

The Rape Garden

By Harriet Levin

Arm's yield, body's fit.    Let guilt not create          the opening.       Forced to turn. Stopped short. Clasped in one hand.    Vines cut down to reveal       the dappled on. I am waiting, […]

Andromeda

By Harriet Levin

Arm's yield, body's fit.    Let guilt not create          the opening.       Forced to turn. Stopped short. Clasped in one hand.    Vines cut down to reveal       the dappled on. I am waiting, […]

Subscribe

Your free registration with Kenyon review incudes access to exclusive content, early access to program registration, and more.

Donate

With your support, we’ll continue 
to cultivate talent and publish extraordinary literature from diverse voices around the world.