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 Contents | June 2003 More on poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. |
First Pantoum of Summer
by Erica Funkhouser .....  Hear the author read this poem (in RealAudio)One sleep depletes, another fills the well Our night's companion shapes the coming day. My bed this morning grew drafty as a cell When you took off for town. I couldn't stay. Our night's companion shapes the coming day, And where we make our bed can make us weep. When you took off for town, I couldn't stay. I fell into these words—a second sleep. Where we make our bed can make us weep Or leave us a clean and clear and ravenous. I fell into these words—a second sleep, A summer sleep, the windows generous. You left me clean and clear and ravenous. I drank new air, a warm and welcome stream Of summer sleep, the windows generous. Here or away, you lead me out of dream. I drank new air, a warm and welcome stream. My bed this morning grew drafty as a cell. Here or away, you lead me out of dream. One sleep depletes, another fills the well.
Erica Funkhouser teaches at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Her fourth book of poetry, Pursuit, was published last year. Copyright © 2003 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; June 2003; First Pantoum of Summer; Volume 291, No. 5; 66. |
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