Annie Finch

Tongue of Language | Nightmare
September 15, 2012 Finch Annie

Tongue of Language


Oh tongue of language, moving with your comb

past awful words to make the peace your home,

you are still my companion, though your love


still alters me, and ruins what I move

along to do, and kills me with you, love;

you love in words, you don’t know what you move.





Opening light calls the river back to see

where the old nightmare has risen from, when she

calls herself back in the rhythm that is she.

Nightmare, oh woman lost in the depths of me,

lost to the rage that has risen up with me,

lost till I ride you home–nightmare of me.

Annie Finch’s twenty books of poetry and poetics include the poetry volumes Eve, Calendars, Among the Goddesses, and Spells: New and Selected Poems (Wesleyan). Recipient of the Sarasvati Poetry Award and the Robert Fitzgerald Award, she teaches in the low-residency MFA Program at St. Francis College, Brooklyn. She lives in Washington, DC.