The Same and the Other

in each hand a disparate dream: in all dreams

                                                                           another far

            too quiet: delirium

                                     of the mask and God behind it: paradise

had no winter like

                          this: this

            is the one where the infant sleeps in the dirt

                                                                                the sleep

of a dreamless mind so far from home

                                                           he no longer resembles anyone:

            his mother, thrown

                                        down, hunted, sick 

with fear, sleeps next to him among the filth of animals: his father

              watches (the imperative

                                                       that love

—not solace—

                      demands), for there is no room for another

              sleeper: the desert will keep

                                                         bringing its mirage,

no doubt:

             the child will walk in his shimmering garden, says

   

the wilderness, if you just get across:

                                                          motes in the light rise and rest:

             sole face left (remember you are dust)

                                                                       of our first lost image:

Credit

Copyright © 2019 by Gina Franco. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 3, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“The title of this sonnet is taken from Emmanuel Levinas’ book, Totality and Infinity (Duquesne University Press, 1969). A few pages into the book, Levinas describes selfhood as emerging through the way the self exists in the world: ‘The way of the I against the ‘other’ of the world consists in sojourning, in identifying oneself by existing here at home with oneself. In a world which is from the first other the I is nonetheless autochthonous.’ I was thinking about that word, ‘autochthonous,’ about the dream of belonging, of being ‘at home’ in the refuge of the world, even as ‘I’ move through and against it. I was thinking about how that movement is brutally restricted for those attempting to cross the border—how selfhood for a migrant person is regulated and denied; the cruelty of the border is that it enforces an uncompromising binary between the same and the other.”

Gina Franco