Fanny Howe Poems

The fields are infertile
as far as I can tell.
Their winter systems
sparkle like the diamonds
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Loneliness is not an accident or a choice.
It's an uninvited and uncreated companion.
It slips in beside you when you are not aware that a
choice you are making will have consequences.
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The descent has deepened
the interior lengthened

designated ending
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Infinite nesting
pushes all matter
towards emptiness:
child-nodes,
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I have never arrived
into a new life yet.

Have you?
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Homeless and never sadder,
dragging bags, spending money,
leaning over luggage,
suddenly saying, "Without you, God,
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After I.F. Annensky
First the sky was yellow
then white snow followed.
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The source
I thought was Arctic

the good Platonic
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Yellow goblins
and a god I can swallow:
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The hotel bar downstairs
was dirty and dark and almost empty
except for him whom I didn't know
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