Life is Beautiful
“Take the fly, angel
of the ordinary house, laying its bright
eggs on the trash, pressing each jewel out
delicately along a crust of buttered toast.”
Posts Tagged "poem"
Growing Apples
“There is big excitement in C block today.
On the window sill,
in a plastic ice cream cup
a little plant is growing.”
Bessie Dreaming Bear
“we all went to town one day
went to a store”
The Loneliness of the Military Historian
“Confess: it’s my profession
that alarms you.
This is why few people ask me to dinner,
though Lord knows I don’t go out of my way to be scary.”
October
I used to think the land
had something to say to us,
back when wildflowers
would come right up to your hand
as if they were tame.
Swinging From Parents
“The child walks between her father and mother,
holding their hands. She makes the shape of the y“
The End and the Beginning
“After every war
someone has to clean up.”
After the Opera
“The curtain parts one last time
and the ones who killed…”
From the Pentagon
“He brings me chocolate from the Pentagon,
dark chocolates shaped like tanks and fighter jets,
milk chocolate tomahawks, a bonbon…”
On Swearing
“In Normandy, at Point Du Hoc,
where some Rangers died,
Dad pointed to an old man …”
Easter
by Jill Alexander Essbaum is my season of defeat. Though all is green and death is done, I feel alone. As if the stone rolled off from the head of the tomb is lodged in the doorframe of my room, and everyone I’ve ever loved lives happily just past my able reach. And each time Jesus rises I’m reminded of…
You Never Get One Thing
“Somewhere some guys have figured out to the exact ounce
how much my life has cost the earth,
how many people have died that I might live.”
At the Lake House
You think you know them,
these creatures robed
in your parents’ skins. Well,
you don’t. Any more than you know
what the pines want from the wind,
On the Sadness of Wedding Dresses
On starless, windless nights like this
I imagine
I can hear the wedding dresses
Weeping in their closets,
Luminescent with hopeless longing,
Like hollow angels.
First Thanksgiving
When she comes back, from college, I will see
the skin of her upper arms, cool,
matte, glossy.