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:
- Владимир Маяковский – Помогите цинготным детям (Главполитпросвет №274)
- PLEADING by Satish Verma
- Waking poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- Verses on Sir Joshua Reynold’s Painted Window at New College, Oxford by Thomas Warton
- The Dunciad: Book II. poem – Alexander Pope
- Ode–Shell The Old City! Shell! by William Gilmore Simms
- Владимир Маяковский – Раньше иностранцы шли в Россию как разбойники и воры… (Роста №105)
- To Lady Mary Wortley Montagu poem – Alexander Pope
- Late Evening Song by Weldon Kees
- Владимир Корнилов – Черный день
- The Coach Of Life poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Ecologue IX by Virgil
- My Mind Keeps Movin’ by Shel Silverstein
- Олег Григорьев – Сказал я девушке кротко
- Николай Карамзин – Рогатому человеку
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
- Зинаида Александрова – В гости к бабушке
- Зинаида Александрова – Утки, беленькие грудки
- Зинаида Александрова – У моря
- Зинаида Александрова – Топотушки
- Зинаида Александрова – Таня и волчок
- Зинаида Александрова – Смешные человечки
- Зинаида Александрова – Шарик
- Зинаида Александрова – Сама
- Зинаида Александрова – Ромашки
- Зинаида Александрова – Раз – два – три – четыре – пять
- Зинаида Александрова – Прятки
- Зинаида Александрова – Подснежник
- Зинаида Александрова – Песня моряков
- Зинаида Александрова – Одуванчик
- Зинаида Александрова – Новый снег
- Зинаида Александрова – Новые ясли
- Зинаида Александрова – Невидимка
- Зинаида Александрова – Мы оделись раньше всех
- Зинаида Александрова – Молодой месяц
- Зинаида Александрова – Мне рукою машет маленький сынок
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
