Lavinia Greenlaw Poems
|2.||The End of Marriage||10/14/2016|
|3.||The End of Marriage||2/9/2018|
|5.||AKHMATOVA IN LAMBERTVILLE||2/9/2018|
|7.||A WORLD WHERE NEWS TRAVELLED SLOWLY||2/9/2018|
|8.||The Spirit of the Staircase||2/9/2018|
Comments about Lavinia Greenlaw
1980, I was returned to the city exposed
in black and white as the lights went on and on.
A back-alley neon sign, the first I'd seen,
drew us sweetly down and in to brightness:
A doll's parasol, a spike of green cherries,
the physic of apricot brandy, actual limes
and morning-to-night shades of rum.
Newly old enough and government-moneyed,
we knocked them back, melting the ice
between us and the unaccustomed looseness
of being legitimate and free. What possessed us?
Was it the kick of spirits or the invisible syrup
In which they swam that worked in our ...