Blackberry Bushes
Blackberry blossoms, pink-white under bees— rabbits look up longingly. Blackberries ripe and sweet; my brother and I pick them— reaching through thorns. Thrushes flying south pluck at…
Hannah’s Promise
My womb a hollow desert, yawning wide Swallowing my dreams of motherhood whole Long yearning nights I lay down and cried Urging my body to fulfil its…
Two Grief Poems for Belinda
The hourglass moment: a triolet “Think of long weeks, short months. Enjoy each good half-hour”: that’s what the hospice doctor said. Think of long weeks, short months:…
Flowering Perennials
Being in time, I cannot watch time passing - I see around me the revolving seasons in their Coming and departure - fruit and flowerhead, Foliage on…
In a Maiden Season
(Lyrical impressions and flowery meditations on some picked theme of her and me) …
The Writing on the Wall
What a party! Wine and women spread wide, Gold Jewish vessels gave decoration, My lords and ladies no pleasure denied, And then this happens – a desolation?…
Coriolanus Before His Troops
Not to be known of senators, Or ediles, spreading out their hands To Rome’s observant mob; to wars We struggle, nor in foreign lands. I will be…
Out of Nothing, Something
There is no bloodless myth will hold. — Geoffrey Hill Anecdata are the stuff, amped with wit, that poems are made of. Buber-Neumann, released from a…