Fanny Howe Poems

The fields are infertile
as far as I can tell.
Their winter systems
sparkle like the diamonds
...

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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Remember judge and you shall
Be judged
For laughing in school, for being
Stupid and always wrong.
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In my sleep Mohammed spoke
and I woke up
struggling with equipment
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The rain falls on.
Acres of violets unfold.
Dandelion, mayflower
Myrtle and forsythia follow.
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From no nowhere not near the sea
on blue field flax
the cemetery's absolutely solitary
you and you and a third
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If my fingers could twang
the guitar as before they
would not be what they are and
neither would I. I
would be back in young-time. Incline
towards me, Gwendolyn, this
Monday, and lend me your ear
while I loll on my pillows to
turn your songs from strings into tin.
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I almost met you
On a Saturday
In Gloucester.
The wind blew easterly.
There was a jar of mums
On a table near the window.

Their yellows were calling
To each other.

Place-names
Were put back
In the pencil drawer
Before I noticed your shadow.
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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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