Atwood, Margaret: Solipsism while dying
Solipsism while dying (Angol)the skeleton produces flesh enemy opposing, then taken for granted, earth harvested, used up, walked over
the ears produce sounds what I heard what I created. (voices determining, repeating histories, worn customs
the mouth produces words I said I created myself, and these frames, commas, calendars, that enclose me
the hands produce objects the world touched into existence: was this cup, this village here before my fingers
the eyes produce light the sky leaps at me: let there be the sun- set
Or so I thought, lying in the bed being regretted added: What will they do now that I, that all depending on me disappears?
Where will be Belleville? Kingston? (the fields I held between, the lake boats
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