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You came to me

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through the hard jaw of the world,

anguished, under the weight of bad habits,

your happiness fading like

your fate, into a fine line running out.

 

You came, prowling the landscape, out of

some gripping past, eyes driven deep by

loneliness.

 

You came, dressed in feline black, carrying

the weight of a shattered city

in your arms, and your blood was cold

with howling.

 

From the snows, finding me with a glance, you came

like spring in my nostrils

and cried & cried as you came

plummeting down, lost from some angel’s

symbolic grasp.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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.First published in “Hook & Ladder”  1997

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“Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.

“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.

“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.

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