Frank Bidart: “The Yoke”
don’t worry I know you’re dead
but tonight
turn your face again
toward me
when I hear your voice there is now
no direction in which to turn
I sleep and wake and sleep and wake and sleep and wake and
but tonight
turn your face again
toward me
see upon my shoulders is the yoke
that is not a yoke
don’t worry I know you’re dead
but tonight
turn your face again
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