{"id":1646,"date":"2014-01-23T15:41:26","date_gmt":"2014-01-23T15:41:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=1646"},"modified":"2015-01-06T15:18:34","modified_gmt":"2015-01-06T15:18:34","slug":"somewhere-one-poem-rachel-eliza-griffiths","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=1646","title":{"rendered":"ELEGY &#8211; Rachel Eliza Griffiths"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>For you took the night away over the garden wall &amp; left no shelter<br \/>\nfor the aster or the deer that hid there, feeding. You emptied<\/p>\n<p>the buckets where rain would last for days. Where the sparrows<br \/>\nbathed, blotting our raised voices against sunrise. We would walk<\/p>\n<p>into this garden when the house asked us to stop fighting.<br \/>\nWe would walk, arms crossed, fists like new bulbs turning<\/p>\n<p>in mud. Turning in the dark. In the dark the scent<br \/>\nof lavender was unbearable. You walk away from this. You<\/p>\n<p>drag my face beneath your arm. The door sighs. Without skin<br \/>\nI return to the house. Hold my radio near the open windows.<\/p>\n<p>Inside my head my light blue head turned away on the pillow.<br \/>\nI\u2019m learning how to be a shadow. I must understand<\/p>\n<p>how static works. Already mysterious,<br \/>\nyou liked that mostly until the unknowing bored both of us.<\/p>\n<p>For the kind of breathing we did could move the moon<br \/>\nback to dusk. A gibbous farewell before we blamed star-fall.<\/p>\n<p>You saw my silhouette in the house the way movies use tricks<br \/>\nto invent memories we can recognize<\/p>\n<p>(Words we repeat from an uncomfortable script)<\/p>\n<p>but never had. The better things in us<br \/>\ntried to stay up, night after night, when the dew of illusions froze<br \/>\n&amp; burst, hot as a gaslight. Even shame could be celestial.<\/p>\n<p>And a new planet, like a dab of shimmers, glimpsed us. Hanging low<br \/>\nnear the hill, I sometimes hid there, holding diamonds<\/p>\n<p>&amp; my face in my hands until it closed beneath stones,<br \/>\nto get away from us.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" wp-image-1678 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/REG.12-1.png\" alt=\"REG.12 (1)\" width=\"262\" height=\"174\" srcset=\"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/REG.12-1.png 1214w, https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/REG.12-1-300x199.png 300w, https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/REG.12-1-1201x798.png 1201w, https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/REG.12-1-720x478.png 720w, https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/01\/REG.12-1-454x304.png 454w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 262px) 100vw, 262px\" \/>Rachel Eliza Griffiths is a poet and visual artist. Her forthcoming collection, Lighting the Shadow, will be published by Four Way Books in 2015. Currently, Griffiths teaches creative writing at Sarah Lawrence College and lives in Brooklyn. Please visit: www.rachelelizagriffiths.com.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>For you took the night away over the garden wall &amp; left no shelter for the aster or the deer that hid there, feeding. You emptied the buckets where rain would last for days. Where the sparrows bathed, blotting our raised voices against sunrise. 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