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Monday 2 February 2009

DARLING REGINA AND THE LONG FINGER POEM


Long Finger Poem
by Jin Eun-Young

I'm working on my poems and working with
my fingers not my head. Because my fingers
are the farthest stretching things from me.

Look at the tree. Like its longest branch
I touch the evening's quiet breathing. Sounds
of rain. The crackling heat from other trees.

The tree points everywhere. The branches can't
reach to their roots though. Growing longer they
grow weaker also. Can't make use of water.

Rain falls. But I'm working with these farthest stretching
things from me. Along my fingertips bare shoots
of days then years unfurl in the cold air.

3 comments:

Sepiru Chris said...

Elaine,

This is a beautiful poem. I had never heard of this lady before.

Wow!

ELAINE ERIG said...

When you spoke to me that Regina studied music l tought-----she must to have long fingers----l searched, and was there for her.
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The poetess l also did not know her but now I KNOW.

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