“When It Is Over It Will Be Over” | Paisley Rekdal

Categories: Poetry

A first look at NER Vol. 34 Nos. 3–4

after a pen and ink drawing by Troy Passey
of a line by Edna St. Vincent Millay

passey detail

troypassey.com

Hurricane of what must be
only feeling, this painting’s 
sentence circling to black

on blank, ever-
tightening spiral
of words collapsing

to their true gesture: meaning
what we read
when not reading,

as the canvas buckles
in the damp: freckled
like the someone

I once left sleeping
in a hotel room to swim
the coast’s cold shoals, fine veils

of sand kicked up by waves where
I found myself enclosed
in light: sudden: bright

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