Sep 30
Summer in a Small Town by Linda Gregg When the men leave me,they leave me in a beautiful place.It is always late summer.When I think of them now,I think of the place.And being happy alone afterwards.This time it’s Clinton, New York.I swim in the public poolat six when the other peoplehave gone home.The sky is …
Sep 29
Elegy For the Poet Charles Moulton by Peter Everwine When we were last together,you read me your latest poem from a sheafof hand -scrawled pages, dog-earedand rolled together by a rubber band.You didn’t ask me to look at it.We both knew why: I thought a catfishhad a better grasp of English spelling;you thought my soul …
Sep 28
The Blue Robe by Wendell Berry How joyful to be together, aloneAs when we first were joinedIn our little house by the riverLong ago, except that now we know Each other, as we did not then;And now instead of two stories fumblingTo meet, we belong to one storyThat the two, joining, made. And now We …
Sep 27
Chaplinesque By Hart Crane We make our meek adjustments,Contented with such random consolationsAs the wind depositsIn slithered and too ample pockets. For we can still love the world, who findA famished kitten on the step, and knowRecesses for it from the fury of the street,Or warm torn elbow coverts. We will sidestep, and to the …
Sep 26
The Blessing of the Old Woman, the Tulip, and the Dog by Alicia Ostriker To be blessedsaid the old womanis to live and workso hardGod’s lovewashes right through youlike milk through a cow To be blessedsaid the dark red tulipis to knock their eyes outwith the slug of lustimplied byyour up-ended skirt To be blessedsaid …
