Readings in Contemporary Poetry

Harryette Mullen


Can't wait to be sprung from the shadow,
to be known from a hole in the ground.
Scarcely silent though often unheard.
Winding, wound. Wounded wind.
She turned, and turns. She opens.
Keep the keys, that devil told her.
Guess the question. Dream the answer.
Tore down almost level.
A silence hardly likely.
Juicy voices. Pour them on.
Music sways her, she concedes,
as darker she goes deeper.
from Sleeping with the Dictionary
(University of California Press, 2002)