[Nara Deer Park]
With my head on his spotted back
and his head on the grass—a little bored
with the quiet motion of life
and a cluster of mosquitoes making
hot black dunes in the air—we slept
with the smell of his fur engulfing us.
It was as if my dominant functions were gazing
and dreaming in a field of semiwild deer.
It was as if I could dream what I wanted,
and what I wanted was to long for nothing—
no facts, no reasons—never to say again,
"I want to be like him," and to lie instead
in the hollow deep grass—without esteem or riches—
gazing into the big, lacquer black eyes of a deer.
From Pierce the Skin by Henri Cole. Copyright © 2010 by Henri Cole. Used by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux.
Henri Cole was born in Fukuoka, Japan, in 1956 and raised in
Date Published: 2010-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/green-shade