I’ve Been Thinking about Love Again
Those who live to have it andthose who live to give it.Of course there are those for whom both are true,but never in the same measure.Those who have it to give arelike cardinals in the snow. So easyand beautifully lit. Someare rabbits. Hard to seeexcept for those who would prey upon them:all that softness and quaking and blood.Those who want itcannot be satisfied. Eagle-eyed and such talons,any furred thing will do. So easyto rip out a heart when it is throbbing so hard.I wander out into the winter.I know what I am.
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Vievee Francis is the author of The Shared World, which is forthcoming from Northwestern University Press; Forest Primeval, winner of the 2017 Kingsley Tufts Award; Horse in the Dark, winner of the Cave Canem Northwestern University Press Poetry Prize; and Blue-Tail Fly. She is the recipient of the 2021 Aiken Taylor Award for Modern American Poetry. A recipient of the Hurston-Wright Legacy Award, she is currently an Associate Professor of English and Creative Writing at Dartmouth College.
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