#Poetry Wed: ​”What Time Is, What Space” by Kimberly Grey

“To turn over in bed and see you there
is to see you in a new hemisphere.
The geography of desire
is boundless…​

…The mind is​
a landscape like a room.
And all across the night​
we shifted and we shifted into​
magnificent shapes…​

…The universe could​​
have been many places. Now it is
just one place. We race and we race to it
and when we arrive​
we are two tired, busted-out stars.​
In a room wherefrom you are looking at me:
what we obliterate is ours.”​

Read the entire poem at Sundog.

#Poetry Wed: “Kissing After Illness” by Ellen Bass

“Our lips are so slow. They meet cell
by cell, as though they’ve traveled vast
distances like pilgrims, bent under
their tin pots and blankets. Our lips
arrive, but even when they touch,
they wait…”

Read the entire poem at Nimrod.

#Poetry Wed: “When You Are Old” by Yeats

“When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face…”

Read the entire poem at Poetry Foundation.

#Poetry Wed: “Slow Swirl at the Edge of the Sea” by Elizabeth McLagan

“…Here the unbound

fields, white flags of surrender, unanchored blossoms,
apple under a veil of arabesques, the red and white lines

of a blank staff whose notes have flown like great birds
still hovering, a flutter of leaves, still vibrato, still

dervish, sleep sink and float, not yet the doorway, not yet
the pull and drag of the body out of the other-ocean.”

Read the entire poem at Boulevard Magazine.