Sept/Oct 2015 • Vol. XXXVII No. 5 Poetry |

Narcissus Himself

I bequeath myself myself—all I have to give I give back. I leave my body to water and drink deep. Spare me your pity: I knew. I was told— What you seek is nowhere. So tell all lovers: what you seek is nowhere. All love slakes. All loves drown. I lay myself down in my own open arms.

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Dave Lucas
Dave Lucas is the author of Weather (UGA Press), which received the 2012 Ohioana Book Award for Poetry. He lives in Cleveland and teaches at Case Western Reserve University.

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