This poem is taken from PN Review 138, Volume 27 Number 4, March - April 2001.
Eleven Little Poemsbig muse
big time
little muse
all the time
I: Walking out of the World
Like the long hill
And at the top
I stand quite still
II: In the Mouth
Teeth to which other teeth were fixed
Teeth on which other teeth were hung
Are drawn and gone and leave unmixed
A total triumph to the tongue.
III: As per Contract
East wind and icy moon and still you smile.
Poems silenced, worlds destroyed; I know my place
in the void, my way in the dark. And still I see your face
Smiling as you smiled; not gentle in dismissal.
IV: Grown-Ups
We know now how they watched
From a seat in the evening shade
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