My initial reaction to finchy’s work was not positive. I thought that she is a prose writer and maybe poetry is not her thing. But I have read her almost every poem on this board. I think this is one of her better work.
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When She's Not Feeling Well
She slips on her black fur coat and hat, pretends the faux, the synthetic that does not warm her skin is real, panther and mink, braids her hair in one long snake and lets it drape, a familiar, around her nape, pretends the plaits shape-shift into a rope--she was never good at tying knots or letting go-- wraps an orange scarf around and around her neck and walks bare-faced through the snow and stands on the banks wishing the river was not frozen.
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(ecrivez pour vous dans votre boit de comment) (my french sucks...)
When She's Not Feeling Well
She slips on her black
fur coat and hat, pretends
the faux, the synthetic
that does not warm her skin
is real, panther and mink, braids
her hair in one long snake
and lets it drape, a familiar,
around her nape, pretends
the plaits shape-shift
into a rope--she was never good
at tying knots or letting go--
wraps an orange scarf around
and around her neck and walks
bare-faced through the snow
and stands on the banks
wishing the river was not frozen.
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