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Today's poem is by Ralph Angel

Erasure
        for Natsume Soseki

I donít want you to know about any of this. I probably changed. I was invariably
          disgusted with myself.

Then she began to talk deleriously. She lost her power of speech. When I got home
          she laughed.

I who had not remembered. What one says and what one thinks are entirely
          different things. Everytime I go outside

this is the price I paid.

Itís blood that moves the body. Words arenít meant to stir the air only. They see
          somewhere in my heart

so long as my wife's
alive.



Copyright © 2011 Ralph Angel All rights reserved
from American Poetry Journal
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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