Louis Simpson Poems

A light is on in my father's study.
"Still up?" he says, and we are silent,
looking at the harbor lights,
listening to the surf
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Trees in the old days used to stand
And shape a shady lane
Where lovers wandered hand in hand
Who came from Carentan.
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Uncle Bob prayed over the groom:
"Let him establish Kingdom principles."
Aunt Shirley prayed for the bride:
"Father, I pray an anointing on her."
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Once some people were visiting Chekhov.
While they made remarks about his genius
the Master fidgeted. Finally
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Do not write. I am sad, and want my light put out.
Summers in your absence are as dark as a room.
I have closed my arms again. They must do without.
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Whatever it is, it must have
A stomach that can digest
Rubber, coal, uranium, moons, poems.
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I dreamed that in a city dark as Paris
I stood alone in a deserted square.
The night was trembling with a violet
Expectancy. At the far edge it moved
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In the clear light that confuses everything
Only you, dark laurel,
Shadow my house,

Lifting your arms in the anguish
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The man who married Magdalene
Had not forgiven her.
God might pardon every sin ...
Love is no pardoner.
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My father in the night commanding No
Has work to do. Smoke issues from his lips;
He reads in silence.
The frogs are croaking and the street lamps glow.
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