by Susan | Apr 10, 2016 | National Poetry Month
In the cave with a long-ago flare a woman stands, her arms up. Red twig, black twig, brown twig. A wall of leaping darkness over her. The men are out hunting in the early light But here in this flicker, one or two men, painting and a woman among them. Great living...
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...
