Passing the house
Where she'd have lived
If she'd taken another road
Shrewsbury clock
A portmanteau
Wednesday, April 2, 2025
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
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.
Wednesday, March 19, 2025
HATS
In the picture it is late 1955 and you
Have on an admirable fake-leather hat
With earflaps which I thought
Fairly marked your status as
A seven year old and the oldest
Of us. At half-past three
I, having no say about my headgear,
Wear a shapeless wool thing
Made by an aunt who'd obviously
Accepted her sister's dare
To shut her eyes and knit a hat
While wearing boxing gloves.
Monday, March 17, 2025
RESURRECTIONS
An angel -- not one of the major ones but still
Powerful and scary -- having read a copy of
Harris' Guide to the Ladies of Covent-Garden
For the Year of Our Lord 1790, asks your help
Reviving all of the ninety-one women listed there
From wise Miss Allan ("middle-sized," "dark eyes and hair")
To careless Miss York ("fair complexion and full eyes ...
Vibrates even her feet to the motion of every fiddle").
You supply the craft while he draws upon
His account with The Illimitable Grace of God.
You've not much to work from - smart grey eyes,
Melting blue eyes, strange green eyes
That are small or big or shrewd. A willingness
To use a whip. A willingness to be whipped.
A reluctance to swear. Traces of a good education.
Expects five pounds and five shillings for the night.
Charges a guinea. Charges a half guinea.
Takes whatever's offered and is glad of it.
Has a temper. An accent. A scar. A sister. A sad story.
Bodies. Teeth. Legs. Bosoms. Breath.
The work is extremely challenging --
Exactly what shade is "melting blue?" Just how tall
Is "middling sized?" You can't believe how long it takes
To get the shadows right! -- but you bring them back.
Not one of them thanks you and the angel
When you ask for a favor says there are limits
Even to The Illimitable Grace of God.