Category Archives: My poetry

Letter To Anne: Kindred Hearts; Postcard One

Letters are, by definition, common artifacts. Their content captures the transitory experience of the everyday — the private expression and connection in people’s lives. Letters help us recover from illness, and to define our place in the world again. Dear … Continue reading

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Letters To Anne: Mr. Igor

November 2, 1905 Dear Anne, Today I saw a few bright spots. I’m afraid you think I’m weak, but my feelings are occasionally full of fear. I can’t help that. This morning when I was in the north part of … Continue reading

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Cigar Coffee Pot

Today, I left parts of myself everywhere, the way some people leave gloves and umbrellas — colors that are sad from being left in the rain. I was on a park bench asleep, the last time I heard the evening … Continue reading

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Sonnet

          Happy to be in her Sunday clothes, in light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darned clothes, and hat upon her head, to church she goes. Likes best the prayers whose meaning least she knows, listens to the … Continue reading

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Editorial-Department, The Century Magazine

Office of the Editor. Cable Address: Century, New York 17 April, 1915 Dear Miss Monroe: This is my ghost. I’ve stated to death. One reason is that my poem is the window display has not yet appeared — but more … Continue reading

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The Music Room

In his music, the composer sets up house, just as he trundles papers, books, pencils untidy from room to room — he creates the same order in his thoughts. They become pieces of furniture that he sinks into, content or … Continue reading

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I Didn’t Go To The Moon

I didn’t go to the moon, I went much farther — for time is the longest distance between two places. Not long after that, I was fired for writing a poem on the lid of a shoebox. I left St. … Continue reading

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