Dawn

Watching The Mayan Women

by Luisa Villani I hang the window inside outlike a shirt drying in the breezeand the arms that are missing come to meYes, it’s a song, one I don’t quite comprehendalthough I do understand the laundryWhite ash and rainwater, a methodmy aunt taught me, but I’ll never knowhow she learned it in Brooklyn. Her mindhasContinue reading “Watching The Mayan Women”

by Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918) O tender first cold flush of rose, O budded dawn, wake dreamily; Your dim lips as your lids unclose Murmur your own sad threnody. O as the soft and frail lights break Upon your eyelids, and your eyes Wider and wider grow and wake, The old pale glory dies. And then,Continue reading “Dawn”