POEM OF THE WEEK: Even When

Giotto UltraViolet 2

EVEN WHEN

I close my eyes
the light that was
you
burns
against my lids.

by Christine Hemp
from “Looking For Your Name”         (Orchard Press)

IMAGE: Giotto, Detail from fresco in Peruzzi Chapel, Florence., c. 1320
(viewed with ultraviolet light)

 

Dedicated to generous, gregarious friend and neighbor, Aline Martin, who just left the planet–after 95 years. Buon viaggio, Aline. Safe journey.

About Christine Hemp

Poet and writer Christine Hemp has aired her poems and essays on NPR’s Morning Edition; she has sent a poem of hers into space on a NASA mission to monitor the birth of stars; and her essays have appeared in such publications as the Iowa Review, Yale Anglers Journal, and the Boston Globe. Her awards include Harvard Extension School’s Conway Award for Teaching Writing, a Washington State Artist Trust Fellowship for Literature, and an Iowa Review Award. Her poetry collection, That Fall, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2011. Hemp teaches at the University of Iowa Summer Writing Festival.
Poems and Ponderings

6 responses to POEM OF THE WEEK: Even When


  1. Wonderful poem, wonderful post, wonderful post title….

  2. bonniehull

    I think we all hope our lights will burn against somebody’s eyelids…nicer if they be yours and be voiced…xxxooo

  3. Brent Rowe

    That is so very appreciated. A soft, yet sweet versed, understanding.

    Thank you,

    Brent Rowe

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