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Carol Muske-Dukes

Poetry

Nov/Dec 2020

Oracle

By Carol Muske-Dukes

It was something about dying she was saying, But her words were lost in the high wind. So We went inside. All my life I’ve tried to resist Ideas of […]

Poetry

Nov/Dec 2020

House

By Carol Muske-Dukes

After “Huis,” Hester Knibbe From the side path, what appears to be a house Is only a facade. Beyond its still-standing wall —  Slow shadows edge out light. There is a […]

Nature’s Nature 2020

May/June 2020

Monarch

By Carol Muske-Dukes

Whether they find the milkweed By sight or smell, they drift by us & care nothing for our witness. Or the ridiculous name, honoring An Orange king. So little time […]

Poetry

Mar/Apr 2015

Mayhem

By Carol Muske-Dukes

So here it is at last, the distinguished thing.              Henry James My mayhem she wrote. As if she owned it. As if you could own a poem, or trouble. That […]

Poetry

Winter 2009

The Grief Game

By Carol Muske-Dukes

Some say that all elegies are mirrors—But I say I’d rather imagine Catullus Ranting in his brim-back 9th-inning cap:That you’re never going to feel better About losing the one person […]

Poetry

Winter 2009

Green River Cemetery

By Carol Muske-Dukes

Grace to be born and live as variously as possible.—Frank O’Hara’s epitaph O his epitaph is happy—A small shoal of grace: To beBorn and to live variously— Unlike her tragic […]

Poetry

Winter 2003

Actor

By Carol Muske-Dukes

You give me up You go away You walk on a stage and are re-made. I long for you but you have a strophic relationship to longing. You move so […]

Poetry

Winter 2003

Heart

By Carol Muske-Dukes

To you, joking, I’d said: You’re an actor. Act like you love me. You laughed and turned away into the characters you played, acting like an actor. We were caught […]

Poetry

Winter 2003

Anniversary

By Carol Muske-Dukes

Exhausted by pity, I sit in the sun near the pool. The wind lifts the chimes you repaired so patiently last year, knotting the strings from which the silver cylinders […]