Poem of the Day
Consecutive Preterite
By Jessica Laser
That summer I learned Biblical Hebrew / with Christian women heaving themselves / toward ministry one brick building at a time.
That summer I learned Biblical Hebrew / with Christian women heaving themselves / toward ministry one brick building at a time.
How strange to see their faces start to worry
Into ours, and after all those years
We spent pretending we had made a life
The sun’ s suspended like a drop of amber
Above the crescent of a colonnade.
And he is standing on a gravel path
There is a space abandoned here,
to this room, as to a panting dog;
and a sound, like scissors
Eternal Aphrodite, Zeus’s daughter, throne
Of inlay, deviser of nets, I entreat you:
Do not let a yoke of grief and anguish weigh
Spheroid
Fruit, pleasing
To taste, fattened
By water gushing in all
my eyes—
back there
in the mirror
a man stands
on his
head one
French poets are the greatest of all.
They arrive with different smiles.
They are used to the sun and to coffee.
In the middle of night
in Brightlingsea
I (the stone) go (don’t
blind you! even
know