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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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tomorrow
when the shadows of short boys stretchlong on the cobble stones of collegien strasse when they stretch toward the westand toward town square tomorrow early showthis erasmus the way to the market Continue reading
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he’s new to wittenberg
he’s new to wittenbergthis erasmus who arrivedyesterday in the afternoonone of a companywho sat on horsesin the street before the universityhis father an anton from torgaulast night enrolledhis son in the faculty of law Continue reading
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my father delivered me from
my father delivered me fromthose accusations that pursued me in romefrom the trials thatawaited me in my future from my refusals to recant or renounce from the tortures from my executionmine was the face of a boy thenbefore beard growth and bare as a woman’sfather starched away and chalkedthe dark of my southern complexionmy familiarity… Continue reading
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after she’d heard an ale wife’s curse
after she’d heard an ale wife’s cursehad caused a neighbor’s house to burn in an hourin which all the villagers harvested in a fieldcarolin’s grandmother began to breedthe black out of her constable cats thatpatrolled to and fro before the granaryapprehended the vagabond and robber ratstried them in a trial of playthe mouse that escaped… Continue reading
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spring was arranged on a handcart
spring was arranged on a handcartover a road ruttedby plough wheels rolledout of one of schonburg’svillages that are near neighbors to the towna young peasant’s wifepulled her cart out of winterflax spun into thread and wound around spindles and flax woven into shirts into wimples and bonnetswool woven into doublets and tunicsthe itch woven into… Continue reading
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the crown of elsinore is a wooden floor
the crown of elsinore is a wooden flooras fortinbras still wearselsinore like he wears the diademof denmark on his headand on his finger the gold bandthat weds him to the queen of norwayas he wears what he wearsto appear kingit’s those planks over which i once walkedon which for two nights i stoodwith the guardsmen… Continue reading
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once upon a dawn i wandered out of wittenberg
once upon a dawn i wandered out of wittenbergit was windless the early autumn morningnothing blew and nothing was blownthe sun still silvered the night’s dew on the sodi waited for the watchman to swing open the gatethe road there is narrow as a cartthe road that ends at schonburg’s manorhouseit passes through a peasant… Continue reading
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when last i sent you
when last i sent you to the square to purchasepaper and inkthe coins i gave you tarnishedin your pouch during the time you stopped to watch and i waited for the widow girl to dance a bavarianhand clap and knee slap and heel tapthen i waited for her to see youthen waited for her to… Continue reading
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when his hands carry
when his hands carrythe mouth of the flute away from his mouththe lip of the flute away from his lipheaven carries the cloud away from wittenbergand the rains that all day’ve divedinto the puddle stopand the puddle that all day’s overflowed into trickles away from itselfceases to floodand the tricklebeds carved into the mudby the… Continue reading
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