Marie Howe

(1950 / Rochester, New York / United States)

Marie Howe Poems

1. The Gate 9/21/2016
2. Hurry 9/21/2016
3. Practicing 9/21/2016
4. Magdalene—The Seven Devils 9/21/2016
5. Magdalene 9/21/2016
6. After the Movie 9/21/2016
7. Part of Eve's Discussion 9/21/2016
8. What the Angels Left 9/21/2016
9. How Many Times 10/18/2016
10. The Last Time 10/18/2016
11. The Map 3/24/2017
12. How Some of It Happened 3/24/2017
13. The Last Time 3/24/2017
14. The Boy 3/24/2017
15. The Promise 3/24/2017
16. The Promise 10/18/2016
17. The Moment 9/21/2016
18. Prayer 3/24/2017
19. The Copper Beech 2/15/2016
20. What the Living Do 6/11/2015
Best Poem of Marie Howe

What the Living Do

Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there.
And the Drano won't work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up

waiting for the plumber I still haven't called. This is the everyday we spoke of.
It's winter again: the sky's a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through

the open living-room windows because the heat's on too high in here and I can't turn it off.
For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,

I've been thinking: This is what the living ...

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We stop at the dry cleaners and the grocery store
and the gas station and the green market and
Hurry up honey, I say, hurry,
as she runs along two or three steps behind me
her blue jacket unzipped and her socks rolled down.

Where do I want her to hurry to? To her grave?
To mine? Where one day she might stand all grown?
Today, when all the errands are finally done, I say to her,

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