HAZEN SHIRLEY

My father's reflection 

Appears, claiming

It left it's gloves

Or wallet or

The memory

Of Kiki Cuyler's

Real name.

COMPANION

 

[Dickens] never forgave [his mother] for sending his talented sister to a musical academy while he was put out to work without education. Balzac also, one recalls, never forgave his mother.

V. S. Pritchett 

In the afterlife Charles Dickens 

And Honoré Balzac become

Close friends. They spend

Long evenings together 

Talking, laughing and

Not forgiving their mothers.

When Balzac is required

To spend a few days 

Haunting Les Halles or

Runway 26 at Orly

Dickens sits alone

Not forgiving Balzac's mother.

OCCURENCE

 An eyewitness made 

A hasty sketch of Death,

Anxious, fit, young,

Wearing a loose jacket

And a tartan scarf,

Rowing a racing scull 

Roughly thirty feet 

Above the Schuylkill.

About the same time 

Rough-looking men

Were offering cash 

In bars and barracks 

And bath-houses 

For reliable information 

On his whereabouts.

Soon afterwards, Death

Rowed over the border 

Then went to ground.

For some weeks others,

With varying skills,

Made his rounds.

CORNERS

 

Imagine a line

Then another

Permit them 

To intersect

(Hah! As if you 

Could prevent them 

From intersecting!)

Four corners conjure

Four Libitinas

If you pray to them 

Remember 

Each will answer 

Differently.

SOME NUMBERS

On 4/9/1930

 Ida P, 58,

Is a widow who shares 

Her apartment at 

2985 Ocean Parkway

With Lillian L, 3,

Her granddaughter.

The census form says

Lillian is still single 

And has no occupation.

Ida married at 18

And came to New York 

At 22, in 1894. 

She speaks English

And, somehow,

Pays $45 a month

For rent. Also,

She feeds herself

And her granddaughter,

A half-orphan

Who is sickly but

Will live 76 more years.

VALENTINE

Valentine is actually one of the more dour saints; he probably does not much look forward to his day. When he gets up, he can barely push his door open; each of the eleven thousand virgins who attend St. Ursula has left a piece of chocolate outside his room. (This happens every year; St. Christopher will come by later and carry the chocolates away). St. Sebastian will leave him an arrow, on which he’ll cut his finger; St. Apollonia will pass him in the hall; gaze at him wordlessly, and press a tooth into his hand. He will be besieged by prayers, which he will conscientiously try to answer, although he is fairly clueless on the mysteries of human love. This explains the number of puzzled looks one sees as the day goes on, as people find Valentine’s answers popping into their heads. “I find speaking about the martyrdom of St. Gelasius is generally a good way to break the ice;” “I believe you mean ‘inamorata’ – ‘inamaretto’ refers to someone who loves almond liqueurs, which is probably a sin and is, anyway, fattening;” “I asked St. Barbara and she said a howitzer is a small, light cannon used to deliver shells with a curved trajectory while a bazooka is a portable electrically-fired rocket launcher. Do your parents know about your interest in artillery?”

IN THE ATTIC LIBRARY

 A drift of feathers down the stairs 

Death has been here, waits here still

Half asleep among the books

Crowded on blue-painted shelves.

No hurry. The man whose books 

These have been has even now

A bit more dying to do. In a corner

A small green Buddha sits, waiting

For Death to stir himself and speak.