“Cataract,” by Daisy Fried

Poetry faculty member Daisy Fried was recently featured in The Summerset Review. Read an excerpt of “Cataract” below:

Cataract

How like steam escaping the boil
Were your blurry eyes—what color are they?
By turns tender, dreamy, and cruel
With the pallor and indolence of the sky.

I remember white days of long haze
When, ravished and twisted by nerves,
I wept, my melting mind split in two;
My waking and sleeping mocked each other.

Read the rest of this poem here: http://www.summersetreview.org/21summer/fried01.html