Sandy Anderson Poetry Class

  ASSIGNMENT #1, MAY 3, 2021   I NEVER KNEW I LOVED DEAN RADER   ……… …..by Dean Rader   ,,,,,,after Hikmet/O’Hara, Reeves/Young Someday, I’ll love Dean Rader                                                           the way the blue jay loves the sparrow egg, or perhaps the way the waves love the curve they give themselves to when giving is no longer an option like falling or dreaming                                            or even being on this earth, in this body.                           Someday I’ll love my body, itself a form of silence, which is not the same as being quiet,  even though we are sentenced to this language with its strange letters, their shapes like bowls, small sticks, the bellies of pregnant women,  as though everything spelled                                                        must also be bi