There’s nothing that I really want: The stars tonight are rich and cold Above my house that vaguely broods Upon a path soon lost in dark. My dinner plate is chipped all round (It tells me that I’ve changed a lot); My glass is cracked all down one side (It shows there is a path for me). My hands—I rest my head on them. My eyes—I rest my mind on them. There’s nothing that I really need Before I set out on that path.
—Kevin Hart
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From Gettysburg Review
Volume 19, Number 3, Autumn 2006, page 470
Copyright 2007 by Kevin Hart.
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Reprinted by permission of Kevin Hart. Copyright 2007 by Kevin Hart. For further permissions information contact Kevin Hart, Dept. of Religious Studies, University of Virginia, fax 434-924-1467, kjh9u@virginia.edu.
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Kevin Hart
Kevin Hart is the author of thirteen poetry collections, including Morning Knowledge (University of Notre Dame Press, 2011).