Poetry: All We Will Not Know by Naomi Shihab Nye

Adriana Corral, Memento, 2012, site-specific installation, Victims’ names transferred on wall, ashes from burned paper list, dimensions vary.

Adriana Corral, Memento, 2012, site-specific installation, Victims’ names transferred on wall, ashes from burned paper list, dimensions vary.

All We Will Not Know
(for Adriana Corral)

Before dawn, trembling in air down to the old river,

circulating gently as a new season

delicate yet in its softness, rustling raiment

of hopes never stitched tightly enough to any hour.

I was almost, maybe, just about, going to do that.

A girl’s thick hair, brushed over one shoulder

so often no one could imagine it not being there.

Hair as a monument.   Hovering – pitched.

Beloved sister, maker of plans, main branch,

we need you desperately, where have you gone?

Here is the sentence called No no no no no.

Come back, everything grants you your freedom,

here in the mire of too much thinking,

we drown, we drown, split by your echo.

Naomi Shihab Nye

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