Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Reflections, 1969/2011


















When this photograph was taken 
Years ago, I did not know what 
The old woman was thinking— 
She was sitting before the low 
Wooden door of her house, 
Walking stick in hand, 
Eyes lowered, looking at the ground— 
I still don’t know what she was thinking. 

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Save the Child


Between Two Bitter Moments

Between two bitter moments there’s no time even to breathe
between your face and your face
the tender form of a child takes shape and disappears.

—George Seferis, from Sketches for a Summer

Monday, December 12, 2011

Ray Of Glimmer At The Bottom


With the first black inkling 
Of writhing tentacles, remain
 
At your stations, blotting 
The thought out.



Saturday, December 10, 2011

Back to the War


When she left at dawn, no one saw 
The black-clad bereaved old woman 
Carrying a knife, a loaf of bread,
And a small straw mat 
On which they found her babbling 
At dusk on a scarred, bare knoll
Overlooking the pockmarked, 
Snow-covered landscape, the still
Uncut bread by her side.
 
 

Friday, December 9, 2011

Narcissist Not Reflecting Deeply Enough


Writing poems, you should never see yourself 
As a "poet" writing poems— 

The poem is not a pond 
Full of frogs croaking, 

It is an ocean. 


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