The Risks of Remembrance
THE RISKS OF REMEMBRANCE, new poems by Ann Elizabeth Carson “In Ann’s poetry images become a language that grips the reader directly. We come to know by word through image. As in Plato’s cave, we get glimpses of light among the shadows.” Jane Burns, Toronto painter/printmaker
Memory
The sun is warm. My skin
heats
as the breeze lifts my hair
to and fro, pulling
in quick tugs. Subsides,
picks me up,
remembering
what I thought I had forgotten
of the teasing urgent
playfulness
of bodies in the sun.