Tracy K. Smith (b. 1972)
I Don't Miss It
But sometimes I forget where I am,
Recalcitrant mornings. Sun perhaps,
Filtering its way through shapeless cloud. 5
And when I begin to believe I haven't
Climbing the walls while the hours fall.
Anything alive, to catch your key in the
As if the day, the night, wherever it is
Of something other than waiting.
We hear so much about what love feels
And leaves that want as much as I do to
It's impossible not to want
Run your hands down the side of my legs,
from Duende (Graywolf Press, 2007)
lifted from http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/243884
1. What's Romantic (or not) about the poem?
3. As the poem is written by an African American poet, what pressures to read the poem either separately from Romanticism or as part of it?