The city had such pretty clotheslines.
Women aired their intimate apparel
in the emery haze:
membranes of lingerie—
pearl, ruby, copper slips—
their somehow intestinal quivering in the wind.
And Freihofer’s spread the chaste, apron scent
of baking, a sensual net
over a few yards of North Troy.
The city had Niagara
Mohawk bearing down with power and light
and members of the Local
shifting on the line.
They worked on fabrics made from wood and acid,
synthetics that won’t vent.
They pieced the tropics into housecoats
when big prints were the rage.
Dacron gardens twisted on the line
over lots of Queen Anne’s lace.
Sackdresses dyed the sun
as sun passed through, making a brash stained glass
against the leading of the tenements,
the warehouse holding medical supplies.
I waited for my bus by that window of trusses
in Caucasian beige, trying to forget
the pathological inside.
I was thinking of being alive.
I was waiting to open
the amber envelopes of mail at home.
Just as food service workers, counter women,
maybe my Aunt Fran, waited to undo
their perms from the delicate insect meshes
required by The Board of Health.
Aunt Alice wasn’t on this route.
She made brushes and plastics at Tek Hughes—
milk crates of orange
industrial lace
the cartons could drip through.
Once we boarded, the girls from Behr-Manning
put their veins up
and sawed their nails to dust
on files from the plant.
All day, they made abrasives. Garnet paper.
Yes, and rags covered with crushed gems called
garnet cloth.
It was dusk—when aunts and mothers formed
their larval curls
and wrapped their heads in thick brown webs.
It was yesterday—twenty years after
my father’s death,
I found something he had kept.
A packet of lightning-
cut sanding discs, still sealed.
I guess he meant to open the finish,
strip the paint stalled on some grain
and groom the primal gold.
The discs are the rough size
of those cookies the franchises call Homestyle
and label Best Before.
The old cellophane was tough.
But I ripped until I touched
their harsh done crust.
1995, Sensual Math (W. W. Norton & Company)
Copyright ©:
Alice Fulton
A few random poems:
- Mi ha el by Vinko Kalinić
- Иван Варавва – В закубанском лесу
- Impromptu: To Frances Garnet Wolseley poem – Alfred Austin
- Tu Fu – Tu Fu
- In Due Observance Of An Ancient Rite by William Wordsworth
- A Sure Sign by Georgi Ladonshchikov
- Владимир Маяковский – Привет, КИМ
- 我的妻子。 安德烈·布勒東一首關於自由戀愛的詩
- Written In Germany On One Of The Coldest Days Of The Century by William Wordsworth
- Sonnet 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier way by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame by William Shakespeare
- Василий Казин – Письмо
- Федор Сологуб – В лесу живет проказник неуёмный
- Sport
- Contusion by Sylvia Plath
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Альфред Теннисон – Сёстры
- Альфред Теннисон – Странствия Мальдуна
- Альфред Теннисон – Смерть Старого Года
- Альфред Теннисон – Рыцарь Галаад
- Альфред Теннисон – Прощание
- Альфред Теннисон – Пересекая Черту
- Альфред Теннисон – Нищая и король
- Альфред Теннисон – Morte d’Arthur
- Альфред Теннисон – Лорд Борлей
- Альфред Теннисон – Леди Клара Вер-де-Вер
- Альфред Теннисон – Королева мая
- Альфред Теннисон – Годива
- Альфред де Мюссе – Вспомни обо мне
- Альфред де Мюссе – Все мною предано забвенью
- Альфред де Мюссе – Слова отчаянья прекрасней всех других
- Альфред де Мюссе – Прости
- Альфред де Мюссе – Песнь барберины
- Альфред де Мюссе – Печаль
- Альфред де Мюссе – Ночи
- Альфред де Мюссе – Не забывай! Когда заря рассвета
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
