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May 2006, ¹5        
 
Poetry Essay______________________________         
Kelly Cherry                 
 
 
         
                                             The Visitor (To listen)
 
                                              A dream can be the past
                                             come back for a visit. It waits
                                             for you to open your mind
                                             and then it enters, strangely
                                             familiar. It may be
                                             your brother, who has been
                                             in love with you all your life,
                                             so that no matter what
                                             room you ran to,
                                             he would be there,
                                             in the doorway
                                             entering. And this dream
                                             is time in mind,
                                             this dream keeps coming back,
                                             like a bad dream
 
 
                                              Hansel and Gretel (To listen)
                                                     The Abstract

     A story in which a brother and sister, abandoned by parents forced to make hard choices  - or no, perhaps they made these choices unconsciously, not even aware that they were choosing or fully knowledgeable about what they chose - find themselves hand-in-hand in a dark hermetic woods, their memory of the sunstruck meadow disappearing into the margin with the last of the light, and now the story turns ugly, it is not a simple Freudian tale of stepmothers and symbolic houses made of sweets, nor a parable of revenge and reconciliation, for the brother and sister, sleeping together under that iconography of black branches scrawled against a broadly discursive background, are like two words, each spoken for by the other.

                                                                                        ©K.Cherry

        

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