Autumn Dreams Begin…

Stephen Kuusisto, Letters to Borges

Autumn dreams begin:

My father plays Sibelius on a grand piano.

“I’m in the underworld,” he says,

“We got it all wrong.”

Behind him are the vast windows of Hades

Which admit light favored by the dead—

All the light inside our bruises…

 

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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