Monday, April 7, 2025

RELATION

I never had an Aunt Edith since she
Who would have been died after a few months
And is buried in a very small grave
Still, I've done my best for her, casting her
In this role and that. (Read my third poem
About the eleven thousand virgins
Who traipse about with Saint Ursula; she
Is the third virgin in the second row, the one
Who's halo is slipping sideways, annoying
The virgin next to her). She'd have been tall
I tell her when she comes by, and funny
And have had a fondness for large hats.
Now, though, she wants to know more
What jobs did she have? (Mostly clerical
Though during the war she learned to weld)
Did she marry? (Twice, once happily)
What was wrong with the bad marriage?
(I'll get back to you on that).

 

Friday, April 4, 2025

CHESSMEN

 

My grandfather Joe would sometimes look
At a chessboard and rearrange the pieces
Two black bishops might change places
Some pawns would yearn forward
Others retreat to the back of their squares
Or sit with deadly calm in the exact middle.
When he played he might put a finger on a piece
To see what it wanted to do. Knights, though
He always took by surprise. Never wise
To know what a knight was thinking

Wednesday, April 2, 2025

A MOMENT ON THE WAY

Passing the house
Where she'd have lived
If she'd taken another road

Monday, March 31, 2025

A FEW INSTRUCTIONS

 

When you wake up 

Look in a mirror and say

"I am no shadow" 

Until you believe it.

Next, gather substance.

Stand without flickering.

Remember not to change size

Too radically.  Hire servants --

You'll need at least four: one

To attend you outdoors; one

To appear by artificial light; one

To be invisible to all but you; the last

You must not acknowledge

When you meet again.



Wednesday, March 26, 2025

LAMB'S CONDUIT FIELDS

 

At Captain Thomas Coram's Foundling Hospital

There was a side entrance for desperate folk

To leave infants, often with notes or tokens --

A blanket, a toy, a bright bead, some coral.

One morning they found one, small and sick,

Wrapped in a basket with a letter pinned

To his blanket saying "This is Death. Please

Take care of him. I'll come back 

If things ever go better for Me."

Monday, March 24, 2025

BAGHDAD AND CHESS

 

"In Baghdad a thousand years ago," I told the ghost
Of my grandfather Joe, "well-advised men were not
Blacksmiths, butchers, conjurors, policemen,
Night watchmen, dung collectors, tanners,
Bathhouse stokers, makers of women's shoes,
Well diggers, masseurs, pigeon racers or chess players."
"Better-advised men," he said, "left Baghdad
And played chess in peace."

Friday, March 21, 2025

SPARAFUCILE'S COMPLAINT

 

In my career, says Sparafucile, I fulfilled the terms

Of almost every contract. Hire me and your worries

Were gone or replaced at least by ones more interesting;

You could go right home and start thinking

About what to wear to your enemy's funeral.

Really, I was that good. Killing the Duke

Was nothing special for me; I'd killed kings!

I gave Rigoletto a bargain price; I liked him

And yes, I know that I mistook a slender soprano

For a bulky tenor but it was dark and she, remember,

Was trying to fool me. You'd think there'd be operas

About the many times I killed the right victim

But no -- there's not even a poem.