by Susan | Apr 8, 2016 | National Poetry Month
If you want to know the heart of a town You better read, What in its walls have been written down? If the walls are blank And deliver no message for today or tomorrow People there are frightened and in a deep sorrow If there is Only a very unique slogan The town is...
by Susan | Apr 7, 2016 | National Poetry Month
Who built the seven gates of Thebes? The books are filled with names of kings. Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone? And Babylon, so many times destroyed. Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima’s houses, That city glittering with gold,...
by Susan | Apr 6, 2016 | National Poetry Month
VI Rationalists, wearing square hats, Think, in square rooms, Looking at the floor, Looking at the ceiling. They confine themselves To right-angled triangles. If they tried rhomboids, Cones, waving lines, ellipses — As, for example, the ellipse of the half-moon...
by Susan | Apr 5, 2016 | National Poetry Month
Her mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And mottoes on the wall. There all the things are waxen neat And set in decorous lines; And there are posies, round and sweet, And little, straightened vines. Her mind lives...
by Susan | Apr 4, 2016 | National Poetry Month
The widest prairies have electric fences For though old cattle know they must not stray Young steers are always scenting purer water Not here but anywhere. Beyond the wires Leads them to blunder up against the wires Whose muscle-shredding violence gives no quarter...
by Susan | Apr 3, 2016 | National Poetry Month
A bomb photographed me on the stone, on a white wall, a burned outline where the bomb rays found me out in the open and ended me, person and shadow, never to cast a shadow again, but be here so light the sun doesn’t know. People on Main Street used to stand in their...
