Robyn Sarah is the author of ten poetry collections (most recently My Shoes Are Killing Me) as well as two collections of short stories and a book of essays on poetry. Her poems have been anthologized in Canada, the United States, and the UK, and have been broadcast on Garrison Keillor’s The Writer’s Almanac. Currently poetry editor for Cormorant Books, she lives in Mile End and is the (sometime) resident classical pianist at Resonance Café, playing informally in the early mornings and on Sunday afternoons when she can find the time.
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THE WORLD IS ITS OWN MUSEUM
What is this box of shapes
that I'm assembling?
It is not a question to ask.
Say I assemble a box of shapes
as every human does, because my eye,
lighting on them, likes them,
because "life" is an inversion of "file",
because the world is its own museum.
It is not a question to ask,
running one's finger over the
dusty contours of the unidentified.
I assemble a box of shapes
as every human does,
watching them gather dust
in their corner—as we all
clutter our corners with the unidentified.
We are collectors all, and our
collections are collectors too,
Still I assemble a box of shapes
because my eye, lighting on them,
likes them—as my eye (come fresh
from the dazzle of afternoon
into the gloomy entranceway) lights too
with pleasure upon the hall
table where one has placed
the bowl of what's currently blooming.
From Questions About The Stars by Robyn Sarah (Brick Books, 1998; second printing 2012).