Natasha Trethewey Quotes:
Ocupation: Poet
Life: b. April 26, 1966
Birthday: April 26
First, I emptied the closets of your clothes, threw out the bowl of fruit, bruised from your touch, left empty the jars you bought for preserves. The next morning, birds rustled the fruit trees, and later when I twisted a ripe fig loose from its stem, I found it half eaten, the other side already rotting, or-like another I plucked and split open-being taken from the inside: a swarm of insects hollowing it. I'm too late, again, another space emptied by loss. Tomorrow, the bowl I have yet to fill.
source: Natasha Trethewey (2007). “Native Guard”, p.13, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
topic: Morning, Taken, Loss, Swarms, Bruised, Fruit Trees, Figs
