Friday, October 22, 2010

Imagining you’d come to say goodbye..., by Jennifer Reeser

Johann Sebastian Bach - Cello Suite No. 2 Sarabande
with Pablo Casals

Imagining you’d come to say goodbye,
I made a doll of raffia and string.
I gave her thatch hair, and a broomstick skirt
of patchwork satin rags. Around each eye
I stitched thick lashes. Such a touching thing
she was! That even you could not debate –
impassive, undemanding and inert.
Yes, surely she’d cause you yourself to sigh.
Around her breast, I sewed a loden ring
to guard her cotton heart from being hurt,
then sat down in the fabric scraps to wait,
between the rafters and the furnace grate,
needle in hand, and never so aware
no craft on earth is master to despair.

poem from


lakeviewer said...

Wow! Such vividness, this rag doll prepared for the worse, is not prepared at all.

Manuela said...

how can we ever be prepared for the worst... we use rag dolls to help even when we know they won't.

Roxana said...

this is so touching and so fresh oh - i so love it!!!

m said...

i wouldn't have thought of the word 'fresh' but it is so right, yes.

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