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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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all those days i’ve forgotten
all those days i’ve forgottenthe first thousand times i was call oraziowhen i first lived in castle rooms idon’t remember looked out over a lake whenmy father lived in my childhoodthose days mother was confinedout of my sight pregnantfirst with paolo then with feliciai wish i could remember the thousand times isuckled at the wet… Continue reading
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in sutri
in sutrithe church of the santassima concezione it’s the door into a monasterywhere black veiled nuns wear brownhabits down to their sandals i didn’t seemamma wander under the latticed choirthrough the door into the enclosure and none of the nuns will saythey watched mami stepbarefoot to step softly and silentlythrough the cloister into the guestroom Continue reading
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their hooves pocked
their hooves pockedthe dirt packedbetween the antiqueroman paving stones broke rocks skidded downhillon the brokenstones up the viacassia into sutri Continue reading
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those pilgrim hordes we met
those pilgrim hordes we meton the via flaminia to trento from every kingdomin the empire where german’s spoken they came from every duchy every countyevery bishopric free city estate some came from speaking bohemiansome from speaking polishsome french flemish dutch some had spoke french in francesome english in englandnorwegian in norway danish in denmark with… Continue reading
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tonight wake
tonight wakewhen late winter returnshome your inmatein your nightgownwith your candle kneelbeside your bed and shiverafter you go to bedafter you go to sleepwhen the horizon’s become a pursethat today’s early summer’sreturned her sun towhen the warm breathof today’s spring’s beenexpelled from your chamber into thelate winter’s dawn at duskthe cold air seeps into your… Continue reading
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from the via
from the viafrancigena out of romethe dust of the roadlayered the sweat in my shirt that driedthirty one days of august deepone of the first days in septemberwith the waist shallowwater of the torrente fersinai scrubbed my face Continue reading
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ask if his mother lives
ask if his mother livesstory is she diedher corpse laid out on a bench carvedinto the rock ofa grave at the foot of the mount of olivesanother story is her body was takenfrom there upreunited with what had fled from dyingin jerusalem the church of the assumptionit’s said to be her tombstone Continue reading
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ask every man for his name
ask every man for his namethe one who proveshis age by a historic injuryclosed in the palm of his handor by an ancient wound healedthrough the heel of his footwho proves his age by an oldscar speared blindly into the softflesh over his hip bylonginus whose bones long agobecame the moist dust in a fertile… 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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