Robin Coste Lewis
We had books and a waterfall
was falling in the corner.
I didn’t tell you I couldn’t
remember what that thing was
you said to me once, that tender thing
you’d said I should never forget.
The moment you said it, I forgot it
I wondered if you thought we were lost.
We weren’t lost. We were loss.
– Robin Coste Lewis ‘Voyage of the Sable Venus and other poems’ (Alfred A. Knopf: New York, 2017), p. 4
Kim Hyesoon
You are already born inside death
(echoes 49 times)
– Kim Hyesoon, ‘Autobiography of Death: Poems’ (New Directions: New York, 2018), p. 46,
Else Lasker-Schüler
