What light there is in me
waits like a winter field
the way stars, by day, hide
like seeds’ buried choirs.
Once I called a herd of deer
floating through dusk Vespers
and was not mistaken.
Give me your song
and I’ll give you the unlit
match of my tongue.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 16, Issue 1.
Katherine Rauk is the author of the chapbook Basil (Black Lawrence Press 2011). She has poems published in Harvard Review, Georgetown Review, Harpur Palate, Cream City Review, and elsewhere, and she is an assistant editor of Rowboat: Poetry in Translation.See all items about Katherine Rauk
