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About Lucie Brock- Broida’s “Real Life”
About Lucie Brock- Broida’s “Real Life” As I was scrolling through my Facebook feed on Monday, after having posted the previous blog earlier in the day, I discovered Lucie Brock- Broida’s (1956- 2018) poem, “Real Life” (poets.org>poem>real-life). I say discovered because I’d never encountered the poem before. “Real Life” was published in Brock- Broida’s first… Continue reading
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the day mary
the day mary is the mother of jesus became the day mary was the sky must have been a nest of vipersbetween the one snake- strike of lightning down and the next there must have been thundera small whirlwind of dust on mount zion must have coiled itself round and round into a funnel of… Continue reading
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the long tides of our shadows have receded
the long tides of our shadows have recededthis morning early as we walkedaway from the beginning of the sunrisethese shadows washed far they flowed deepinto collegienstrasse toward the marketthey flooded away before usfour times the length of our height then threedarkened the cobblestones like wednesday’s rain didlike the shadows of water darken the pebbles in… Continue reading
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look at the vagabond
look at the vagabondsee that his ears are croppedask was it yesterday his feetwere locked in the stocksask was it last week he couldn’tpull his head nor his hands from the pillorysay tell me strangerwas it a month ago the good people of wittenburg threw offal at you smell that he’s putridask if under the… Continue reading
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the stroll of the gentlewoman becomes a
the stroll of the gentlewoman becomes a march past the man who sags outside the door against the wallhe with the eyes full of storm on the horizon that measure the soil on the clothes and the wear the number of teeth in the mouths of those who pass the men who enter and the… Continue reading
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for these
for theseand for all those who haveno plowand no anvil over which to benda plow into beingno seedand no burgage1 over whichto spread seedno meadowand no swine to shepherdinto the meadowfor all those who waitand in their wait makethe square drunk and quarrelsomelewd and a frightwait for the roads to thawand for the thawed roads… Continue reading
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those west faced
those west facedwalls of masonry and brickworkthat all wednesday were damp darkened by rain washthrough all the hours of sunrisetoday those housefronts and marketstalls were shadow tintedbut now that sunless hue recedesdown those walls like a tidenow those walls are sunlight shadedlike mortar like mud at midday go to that dark monastery where i liveand… Continue reading
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my father could afford to pay the fare
my father could afford to pay the farethe horizon ahead was a curtain closedbehind the curtain in the next day laywittenberg and that winter two winters beforethe carriage that brought me from summer and a place where there was nothing for me to do there wasa draft that entered those long daysin from around the… Continue reading
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in the sun brillianced square
in the sun brillianced squaremy saturday shadow had shrunkdown to the smallcircle in which i stoodloudly the gander flocks gaggledand more loudly the merchant throngsand the throngs of purchasers haggledi receivedfree rumours of plagues and of warsfree news of birth and of death i was offered cabbage and kaleoffered turnips and carrotsgarlic and leeks beans… Continue reading
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squinted sun peeks
squinted sun peeksover the edgebright eye opened eye from the far eastorientaleye of one pot stonedeye the colour of firewhite surf stretchesfrom the corners of the eyeit squints at the house white comes out of the walls red comes out of the roofsquints at the barn red comes out of the walls green comes out… Continue reading
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collegienstrasse had changed
collegienstrasse had changedrapidly from a dusk shadedcobblestone garden from where many youthful voices had climbed like vinesand the youthful laughter of many had bloomedrapidly changed to a street fallowed for the night wherethe students who were the seeds from where all those voicesand all that laughter had sproutedthe students had gone homeand the avenue had… Continue reading
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