Blur
- Blur
skin, dream, blur, Doug Ramspeck, Poetry
This is how we grew afraid.The moon wore its bright hat.
The sun was a great wheelof fire. Children played jump rope
in the crowded street, and everywherewas the autobiographical,
the belief in the singular lifewe knew as ours, the skin
pierced by hours then years.At night when we lay close,
we whispered in the languageof relinquishment, prayed to all
the things we coveted. If thiswas the dream, we could not
disavow it. If this was the torch,we could not dare to light it. [End Page 38]
doug ramspeck is the author of five collections of poetry. His most recent book, Original Bodies, was published by Southern Indiana Review Press and received the Michael Waters Poetry Prize. Individual poems have appeared in Slate, Southern Review, Kenyon Review, and Georgia Review.
