Voices in American Poetry
Summer 1984
Moses
I I rest aboveThis grave mound’s crypt,A date-pit spat from Egypt’s mouth,Unmindful as a dozing babyRiding in its woven basket.If the River runs bloodDoes my dry heart feed it?If the […]
Voices in American Poetry
Summer 1984
Noah
The joke began with his blessing,And I rose, naked and seriousIn the ark of his hand. He showered praise, claimed meHis salvage. Bound with his WordI hounded close friends. My […]