I would hum a note so quietly it vanishes
No soaring words will you hear from me now
I’m too young to write about anything but confusion
Turn off the lights and you will know me better
For now I wish only to brush gently against your cheek
I would hire a bead of sweat to roll down your brow
I enter your ear as a particle of dust
You taste me faintly, like a single granule of sugar
I write small things and watch them shiver
Mountains may tumble up from these foothills
But only if you read me in a quiet room
Only if you shut off all the lights
Author’s Notes:
It’s late right now and I’m too tired to come up with a good commentary this week. The poem feels very Walt Whitman to me in tone though—he had a way of reaching through the page and directly talking to the reader I an intimate way that I admire. It has his self-confidence too.
Favorite Line:
‘I would hire a bead of sweat to roll down your brow’
Most Interesting Line:
‘I’m too young to write about anything but confusion’