In the end we love the line love cannot cross.In the end we fall for what we fail.
Forget friendship. Ardor.Forget the years that only grow harder
as the soul recedes in what the years bring,grown alien to any touchable thing.
Touch me. As I am. As you can.My heart a bird's heart just beyond your hand.
after Anna Akhmatova [End Page 102]
Christian Wiman is the author of ten books, including a recently edited volume, Joy: 100 Poems (2017) and Hammer Is the Prayer: Selected Poems (2017). His memoir, My Bright Abyss: Meditations of a Modern Believer (2013), has been widely praised, and his volume Every Riven Thing (2010) won the Ambassador Book Award in Poetry. His poetry has appeared in many journals, including The Atlantic, Harper's, The New York Times Book Review, The New Yorker and The Sewanee Review. From 2003 to 2013, he was editor of Poetry magazine; he currently teaches at the Yale Institute of Sacred Music and Yale Divinity School. firstname.lastname@example.org