MONROE, Marilyn

Life

Life—

I am of both your directions

Existing more with the cold frost

Strong as a cobweb in the wind

Hanging downward the most

Somehow remaining

Those beaded rays have the colors

I’ve seen in paintings—ah life

they have cheated you…

thinner than a cobweb’s thread

sheerer than any

but it did attach itself

and held fast in strong winds

and singed by leaping hot fires

life—of which at singular times

I am of both your directions—

somehow I remain hanging downward

the most

as both of your directions pull me.