To Myself After They Brought Me Back to Life

January 25, 2024

 

It happens now
your breath is still your own breath,
your sorrow works its secret
little work in you,
your heart is still a stumbling
fawn, in autumn.

I tell you it is not too late
to waken.
Someone has asked for you, in wonder.
Someone must have asked this heart
to last.

Waken. Stand again
and waken.

Are you not a home
to someone? Are you not
their gift, their madness?
Are you not the astonishing
answer
to the great unsayable
question
in someone’s, someone’s hands?

Joseph Fasano

Joseph Fasano is a poet, novelist, songwriter, and teacher. His new books are The Magic Words (TarcherPerigee, 2024) and The Last Song of the World (BOA Editions, 2024). His work has been widely translated and anthologized, most recently in The Forward Book of Poetry (Faber and Faber). He runs the Daily Poetry Thread on Twitter/X at @Joseph_Fasano_.

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