Phillis Levin Poems
|4.||On Either Side of the Word Lie||12/29/2017|
|5.||A Needle in the Sky||12/29/2017|
|7.||The Third Day||12/29/2017|
|9.||What the Intern Saw||12/29/2017|
|10.||Out of Chaos||12/29/2017|
|14.||Anne Frank's High Heels||12/29/2017|
|15.||An Anthology of Rain||12/29/2017|
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Now that the worst is over, they predict
Something messy and difficult, though not
Life-threatening. Clearly we needed
To stock up on water and candles, making
Tureens of soup and things that keep
When electricity fails and phone lines fall.
Igloos rise on air conditioners, gargoyles
Fly and icicles shatter. Frozen runways,
Lines in markets, and paralyzed avenues
Verify every fear. But there is warmth
In this sudden desire to sleep,
To surrender to our common condition
With joy, watching hours of news
Devoted to weather. People finally ...
Flame under the bubbling water.
Blue flame. Water ready for tea.
Amber infusion soon to be seeping,
Leaves about to uncurl. Here
Is a tin, a spoon, a cup, an open
Teapot saying, Nobody else but me
To nobody else but you: awaken,
Pour. What are you waiting for?