Comments about Carol Muske-Dukes
An Octave Above Thunder
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience.
--T. S. Eliot,
"What the Thunder Said"
She began as we huddled, six of us,
in the cellar, raising her voice above
those towering syllables...
Never mind she cried when storm candles
flickered, glass shattered upstairs.
Reciting as if on horseback,
she whipped the meter,
trampling rhyme, reining in the reins
of the air with her left hand as ...