Ringing satisfaction

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I had a daughter once whom I scolded beyond repair.

She left her name with me and found another one.

She left a pile of clothes and the ringing satisfaction

that deafens beasts with rounded ears

and sets smoldering fires in the walls.

It was an act of such perfection I could be proud of it

and even glad to have back the name, Dorothy, gift of God.

Don’t trust people who tell these stories on themselves

but in your distrust study their tells and consider

how much of your own story is fit to inhabit.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo by Sarah Rifaat on flickr

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Djelloul (jeh-lool) Marbrook was born in 1934 in Algiers to a Bedouin father and an American painter. He grew up in Brooklyn, West Islip and Manhattan, New York, where he graduated from Dwight School and attended Columbia. He then served in the U.S. Navy. Marbrook blogs at www.djelloulmarbrook.com and is the author of two books of poetry (Far from Algiers, Kent State; Brushstrokes and Glances, Deerbrook Editions) and three novellas (Artemisia’s Wolf, Saraceno, and Alice Miller’s Room), with other works forthcoming. A retired newspaper editor, he lives in New York with his wife Marilyn.

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