The Scottish Poetry Library tweeted the opening lines of this gem last week, and I pounced on it. I love Barbara Kingsolver’s novels, but I didn’t know she wrote poetry. This is exactly my favorite sort of poem: visual, small, complex. A morsel that bursts in the mouth.

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The things I wish for are:
A color. A forest.
The devil and ice in my mouth.
that can’t be owned.
A leopard, a life, a kiss.
Never let me down.
To know that you have wanted me too
is as good as the deed
of trust.

Barbara Kingsolver

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