Poem of the Day
"ARE WE ALL ILL WITH ACUTE LONELINESS"
Are we all ill with acute loneliness,
chronic patients trying to recover
the will to love? Yet all we've suffered
from others and ourselves, all the losses
of faith in the human face - when we glimpsed
the animal in the mother's grimace
or in the lover's grin as he promised
the promise no one can keep - made us lapse
back into our separateness. We all feel
absence like a wound. Sometimes the love
of another wounded one acts like a salve
which soothes the dying self but cannot heal
our lives. And perhaps this is what it feels
like to be human, and we are all well?
Julia Alvarez (1950-)
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