Sunday, December 9, 2012

3 more fave poems

Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer
utters itself. So, a woman will lift
her head from the sieve of her hands and stare
at the minims sung by a tree, a sudden gift.

Some nights, although we are faithless, the truth
enters our hearts, that small familiar pain;
then a man will stand stock-still, hearing his youth
in the distant Latin chanting of a train.

Pray for us now. Grade 1 piano scales
console the lodger looking out across
a Midlands town. Then dusk, and someone calls
a child's name as though they named their loss.

Darkness outside. Inside, the radio's prayer -
Rockall. Malin. Dogger. Finisterre.

Carol Ann Duffy
The Times Saturday Review, 1992


tall buildings
taxi horns honking
hotdogs on Flatbush Avenue
buttons on elevators
mushroom, pepperoni, and extra cheese pizza
I remember New York.
Marvin Frenel
Grade 2, Hoffman-Boston Elementary School

The Room on That Day
The room on that day,
With them in it,
Brings light out of them,
Mother and infant.
Bounces it off every corner
And then brings it back to them,
Those two, one cradled in the other.
Tess Michelitch, 5th Grade
McKinley Elementary School

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