Beauty Remembers<\/p>\n
I.<\/p>\n
Kindling to anger
\nlike August wood,
\nyour mountain-storm voice
\ndrained and drowned me –<\/p>\n
Yes. I’ll admit
\nI was afraid, at first,
\nwhen they brought me
\nto your house.<\/p>\n
II.<\/p>\n
Your love of the roses
\npuzzled me. They never suffered
\nfrom your whims, unlike the servants.
\nI watched you tend them
\nwith gentle claws.
\nI imagined that touch
\non my flesh,<\/p>\n
and shivered.<\/p>\n
III.<\/p>\n
Books I had aplenty,
\nmore than merchant’s daughters
\nwould see in a lifetime.
\nI ate them up, hungry
\nfor past knowledge and poems.
\nMy fingers grew rough
\nfrom the jagged page-edges.<\/p>\n
Once I cut myself deep And I knew: you, too, were hungry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Beauty Remembers I. Kindling to anger like August wood, your mountain-storm voice drained and drowned me – Yes. I’ll admit I was afraid, at first, when they brought me to your house. II. Your love of the roses puzzled me. They never suffered from your whims, unlike the servants. I watched you tend them with […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-676","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/676","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=676"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/676\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":679,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/676\/revisions\/679"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=676"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=676"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=676"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\non The Anatomy of Melancholy<\/em>
\nwhen you prowled the library.
\nSucking my finger
\ntill my mouth was iron,
\nI saw you watch, eyes afire.<\/p>\n