Grades 10 and up / Ages 15 and up.
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demons hang from doorknobs devils lurk in the dark of keyholes bite the meat of her hand doors have undone her once she loved a man
touching him her hands turned to wings feathered white
having the baby was the worst blood follows her now down all the shining hallways
In the persona of a poor poet reflecting on the evolution of his craft, Czeslaw Milosz wrote that "The first movement is singing,/ A free voice, filling mountains and valleys./ The first movement is joy,/ But it is taken away." Milosz wrote The Poor Poet in Warsaw in 1944 -- a particularly devastated city in a worn-out, war-torn world. Eastern Europe was on the threshold of change, and the veneer of hope had worn thin. Milosz knew what gave birth to the spirit of poetry -- but, in a landscape politically ransomed, "a cynical hope" was at best what lingered of the poet's lyrical voice.
the case is empty now
i threw it out
afraid to think
where all those instruments have gone
but a woman needs to know such things
a woman must keep house better than that
Liam C. Rodrigues is a Toronto-area writer interested in art, architecture, poetry, and all that liberal arts stuff.
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