<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576098" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Embrace</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You weren't well or really ill yet either;<br>just a little tired, your handsomeness<br>tinged by grief or anticipation, which brought<br>to your face a thoughtful, deepening grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I didn't for a moment doubt you were dead.<br>I knew that to be true still, even in the dream.<br>You'd been out--at work maybe?--<br>having a good day, almost energetic.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We seemed to be moving from some old house<br>where we'd lived, boxes everywhere, things<br>in disarray: that was the story of my dream,<br>but even asleep I was shocked out of the narrative</div><div style="margin:10px 0">by your face, the physical fact of your face:<br>inches from mine, smooth-shaven, loving, alert.<br>Why so difficult, remembering the actual look<br>of you? Without a photograph, without strain?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So when I saw your unguarded, reliable face,<br>your unmistakable gaze opening all the warmth<br>and clarity of you--warm brown tea--we held<br>each other for the time the dream allowed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bless you. You came back, so I could see you<br>once more, plainly, so I could rest against you<br>without thinking this happiness lessened anything,<br>without thinking you were alive again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mark+Doty">Mark Doty</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576098" data-title="The Embrace de Mark Doty" data-description="You weren't well or really ill yet either; just a little tired, your handsomeness tinged by grief or anticipation, which brought to your face a thoughtful, deepening grace. I didn't for a moment doubt you were dead. I knew that to be true still, ..."></div> </div> </div>

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