my latest favorite poem for last

to end national poetry month, by author Anne Tammel

Endless: A Literate Passion

Anais Nin to Henry Miller

 

My search for you is endless…
Searching, seeming
like a wife, an insatiable wife. A lover
of silk…and words…and your breath.

You taunt me; a lost baby rests
at the tip of my torture. Your torment
travels through me as I travel
morning trains, and cafes–

Paris, and ships to Spain—and then
America…where I will fight
not to remember your name.

An endless list of lovers, knowing
only my wholeness, my silhouette
parfaite. If they knew–if they were
seized by you—seized

by your words, fighting
to forget the supreme
immolation of

the ego:
motherhood,
that endless,
volatile curse.

And Hugh waits, an endless trail
of dull husbandry; I wait
an endless amount of time,

until our lives
have become dust
and history,

and the red silk journals
are covered
in sweat
and secrets…

 

 

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cover art: Eric Anfinson / Key West

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the love affair and love letter from Henry Miller to Anais Nin: letters of note