Jun 23
Her arms around me ─ child ─ Around my head, hugging with her whole arms, Whole arms as if I were a loved and native rock, The apple in her hand ─ her apple and her father, and my nose pressed Hugely to the collar of her winter coat. There in the photograph It is the child who in the branch We fall from, where we would be bramble, Brush, bramble in the young Winter With its blowing snow she must have thought Was ours to give her.
Oppen, George. “From a photograph”. The Materials. San Francisco: San Francisco Review; New York: New Directions, 1962. Print.
