Category Archives: My poetry

Miss Drake Proceeds To Supper

No novice in these elaborate rituals of knotted table and crooked chair, the new woman in the ward wears purple, steps carefully among her secret combination of eggshells, and white china wood doves, practicing her art. With bird-eye quickness, she … Continue reading

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Art Talk: The Poem of the Mind in the Act of Finding

In those poems that change me, I change the poem. Sometimes an artist does not know if he will make it to the end of a painting, or a poem. In order to find out, he must change it. What … Continue reading

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I Sit And Sew

I sit and sew — a useless task it seems, my hands grow tired, my head weighed down with dreams, the parodies of war, the many tired men, grim-faced, gazing upon their kin, whose eyes have not seen death. They’ve … Continue reading

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The Riddle of Emily Dickinson

              Almost nothing about Emily Dickinson is simple and clear-cut. There are no reasons why. And it is the delicate business of the biographer to explore it all. She herself would not answer any … Continue reading

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A Poet’s Grammar

Compression 1. Ordinary speech permits many sounds. 2. An entire sentence is used, and repeated. 3. All writing, whether we are reading a newspaper or reading a poem, is a series of repetitions. 4. Writers repeat the same thought pattern … Continue reading

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A Miracle For Breakfast, Villanelle Draft

At six o’clock we are waiting for coffee, 1 waiting for coffee and cinnamon rolls 2 served from the kitchen 3 — like kings of old, or a miracle. 4 It is still dark. The first bus of the day … Continue reading

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Walking At Night

Your face appears again, it seems strange to see you so young again. Now, they don’t want it anymore. When I’m by myself like this, these are the things I talk about, the old face they used in the movie, … Continue reading

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