Anne Carson Poems
|1.||Room in Brooklyn||9/29/2015|
|2.||Book of Isaiah, Part I||12/1/2015|
|5.||Town of the Sound of a Twig Breaking||10/15/2016|
|6.||Town of Spring Once Again||10/15/2016|
|8.||Town on the Way through God's Woods||10/15/2016|
After your death.
It was windy every day.
Opposed us like a wall.
Shouting sideways at one another.
Along the road.
It was useless.
The spaces between us.
They are empty spaces.
And yet they are solid.
And black and grievous.
As gaps between the teeth.
Of an old woman.
You knew years ago.
When she was.
Beautiful the nerves pouring around in her like palace fire.