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Anne Tammel - Poet - Speaker - Author of Fiction

Endless: A Literate Passion

Anais Nin to Henry Miller

 

My search for you is endless…

Searching, seeming

like a wife, an insatiable wife. A lover

of silk, and words, and your breath.

 

You taunt me; a lost baby rests

at the tip of my torture. Your torment

travels through me as I travel

morning trains, and cafes--

 

Paris, and ships to Spain—and then

America…where I will fight

not to remember your name.

 

An endless list of lovers, knowing only

my wholeness, my silhouette parfaite. If they knew--

if they were seized by you—seized by

your words, fighting to forget the

supreme immolation of

the ego:

motherhood,

that endless,

volatile curse.

 

And Hugh waits, an endless trail

of dull husbandry; I wait

an endless amount of time,

until our lives

have become dust

and history,

 

and red silk journals

are covered

in sweat…





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