Jan Zwicky


Griffin Poetry Prize 2012
Canadian Shortlist

Book: Forge

Poet: Jan Zwicky

Publisher: Gaspereau Press

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Jan Zwicky reads Night Music

Night Music

You remember it as winter, but what you see
are leaf-shadows on the cupboard door,
black in the moonlight,
shifting a little in some breeze,
then still.

3:00 a.m., barefoot in the kitchen,
moon-shadows of the lilac on the cupboard door,
gathered with you on the threshold.

You are only trying to say
what you see in the world. Spring.
Winter. Even knowing what you love
is no salvation. Their heart shapes,
trembling in the moonlight, sharp as frost.

From Forge, by Jan Zwicky
© Jan Zwicky, 2011

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