Marie Howe

(1950 / Rochester, New York / United States)

Marie Howe Poems

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

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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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The Copper Beech

Immense, entirely itself,
it wore that yard like a dress,

with limbs low enough for me to enter it
and climb the crooked ladder to where

I could lean against the trunk and practice being alone.

One day, I heard the sound before I saw it, rain fell

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