Kathleen Griffin

Rookie (October 5,1948 / New York, New York)

Pound At St. Elizabeth's - Poem by Kathleen Griffin

A clear monastic cell, a single bunk,
small desk, and the crates still warm
with the California sun-
smell of oranges
holding his books:
After so long in the dusty storerooms
of folio’d life, breathing the ages,
to be alone with the parchment faces,
ink-bright eyes, mute tongues
of the senile ward.

Were it not for these
politics, lovers, child,
he had enclosed himself
far straiter.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 10, 2006



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