Vona Groarke Poems
|2.||On Seeing Charlotte Brontë's Underwear with my Daughter in Haworth||6/14/2016|
|3.||The Small Hours||6/14/2016|
|9.||Why I Am Not A Nature Poet||12/20/2016|
|10.||‘La Route' - André Derain (1932)||12/20/2016|
|12.||Is it time?||12/20/2016|
|14.||An Teach Tuí||12/20/2016|
|15.||The Family Photograph||11/25/2014|
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The Family Photograph
In the window of the drawing-room
there is a rush of white as you pass
in which the figure of your husband is,
for a moment, framed. He is watching you.
His father will come, of course,
and, although you had not planned it,
his beard will offset your lace dress,
and always it will seem that you were friends.
All morning, you had prepared the house
and now you have stepped out
to make sure that everything
is in its proper place: the railings whitened,
fresh gravel on the avenue, the glasshouse
crystal when you stand in the ...