Intimations of Pregnancy, and: Being a Horizon, and: Spell for Daughters
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Intimations of Pregnancy
I can't forget you is the awful thingI am not a womanThis vigil is too restlessI never thought that this immediateA groping fist would prove me what I amI never thought till now I could be hadI am not a womanI am solidifying like a rockThat turns inside herself each time she turns
Being a Horizon
Breast grows naked with heaton the mornings that you keep alive.It prickles with stalks.Spots of our sun-fed sweet lielike wheat stretching nipple to sky. [End Page 90] (Grain, flesh and world touch in me)Pairs of eyes meet, traveling throughfields plowing in shame—back to you.
Spell for Daughters
(Read three times)
I am threaded with your shadows,Chain that links my mothers.I move from my beginnings
Through your bodies' borders,Moving from your beginnings,Chain that links your daughters
Through choices and beginnings(Chain of daughters, mothers)—Unbroken, begetting, threading. [End Page 91]
Annie Finch's most recent books are a book of poetry, Calendars (Tupelo P), and a book of essays, The Body of Poetry (U of Michigan P). She is the director of the Stonecoast MFA in Creative Writing at the University of Southern Maine.
