if you cannot be a poet, be a poem: Archive

If there’s any heaven I didn’t know that everything Everything that ever mattered Is so close. Didn’t know that in the winter we’ll dance around the garden. Couldn’t know that our hands From that dance Like from wreath Can’t untangle. Didn’t know that our hearts Would now ever And forever Be together. Didn’t know that one can Go on like that With no air. Didn’t know that me, too, would...