THE SHEEP
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Eva Skrande
Eva Skrande was born in Havana, Cuba and grew up in Miami. She earned a B.A. from Sarah Lawrence College, an M.F.A. from Iowa, and is currently finishing a Ph.D. in Creative Writing at the University of Houston. Her poems have appeared in the American Poetry Review, American Voice, Iowa Review, Ploughshares, and the Alaska Quarterly, among others. Her chapbook, the Gates of the Somnambulist was published by Jeanne Duval EditionsBy Eva Skrande
Published on 05/3/2002
When it is evening and the sheep knock at the door,
I know you are near,
that you have jumped out of the corn
to read the century and her seven grains.
I know you are near,
that you have jumped out of the corn
to read the century and her seven grains.
When it is evening and the sheep knock at the door,
I know you are near,
that you have jumped out of the corn
to read the century and her seven grains.
O river, your scent and I collapse in the braille
of evening's husks.
You undo my wooden heart with your mountains.
Gentle barn that drinks my hair,
that laps at my toes like the voices of brides.
O lips that reign gently over fire and night.
Cities of midwives and wheat
rise from our fields to save what is innocent
among baskets filled with the hollows of history.
Copyright © Eva Skrande, 2002. All Rights Reserved.
I know you are near,
that you have jumped out of the corn
to read the century and her seven grains.
O river, your scent and I collapse in the braille
of evening's husks.
You undo my wooden heart with your mountains.
Gentle barn that drinks my hair,
that laps at my toes like the voices of brides.
O lips that reign gently over fire and night.
Cities of midwives and wheat
rise from our fields to save what is innocent
among baskets filled with the hollows of history.
Copyright © Eva Skrande, 2002. All Rights Reserved.