"O Small Sad Ecstasy of Love" by Anne Carson

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December 10, 2020  

O Small Sad Ecstasy of Love


Anne Carson

I like being with you all night with closed eyes.
What luck—here you are
coming
along the stars!
I did a roadtrip
all over my mind and heart
and
there you were
kneeling by the roadside
with your little toolkit
fixing something.

Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.

Copyright © 2020 by Anne Carson. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 10, 2020, by the Academy of American Poets.

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“I have not much to say. It’s one of my more self-evident works, and I don’t like covering things with a lot of exegesis. Although I do enjoy using the word exegesis. Thank you and goodnight.”
Anne Carson

Anne Carson is the author of several poetry collections, including Float (Alfred A. Knopf, 2016) and Antigonick (New Directions, 2015). She currently teaches in New York University’s creative writing program.

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