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Author: BOLAND, EAVAN
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Boland, Eavan    Poet's Biography
192 poems available by this author


A SPARROW-HAWK IN THE SUBURBS    Poem Text    
First Line: At that time of year there is a turn in the road where
Last Line: Last frosts of our / back gardens
Subject(s): Environment; Hawks; Environmental Protection; Ecology; Conservation


ACHILL WOMAN       
First Line: She came up the hill carrying water


AFTER THE IRISH OF AODGHAN O'RATHAILLE       
First Line: Without flocks or cattle or the curved horns
Last Line: Would make you swallow these atlantic words
Variant Title(s): After The Irish Of Egan O'rahill


AND SOUL    Poem Text    
Subject(s): Death - Mothers


ANNA LIFFEY       
First Line: Life, the story goes,
Last Line: Everything that burdened and distinguished me %will be lost in this: %I was a voice


ANON       
First Line: I sympathize but wonder what he fled
Last Line: To find it, accusing, illegitimate


ANOREXIC    Poem Text     Recitation
First Line: Flesh is heretic
Last Line: And sweat and fat and greed
Subject(s): Anorexia Nervosa; Eating Disorders; Women


ANOREXIC       
First Line: Flesh is heretic
Last Line: And sweat and fat and greed
Subject(s): Anorexia Nervosa; Eating Disorders; Women


AT THE GLASS FACTORY IN CAVAN TOWN       
First Line: Today it is a swan
Last Line: Crate at the door %we will leave by


ATHENE'S SONG       
First Line: From my father's head I sprung
Last Line: Holds its peace and holds its own


ATLANTIC OCEAN       
First Line: This stone, this spanish stone, flings light
Last Line: The elder brother


ATLANTIS€”A LOST SONNET    Poem Text    
First Line: How on earth did it happen, I used to wonder
Subject(s): Atlantis


BALLAD OF BEAUTY AND TIME       
First Line: Plainly came the time
Last Line: And say 'let it stand'.'


BECOMING ANNE BRADSTREET    Poem Text     Recitation by Author
First Line: It happens again
Subject(s): Bradstreet, Anne (1612-1662); Poetry & Poets


BELFAST VS. DUBLIN       
First Line: Into this city of largesse
Last Line: Have called into question one another's own


BLACK LACE FAN MY MOTHER GAVE ME       
First Line: It was the first gift he ever gave her
Last Line: The whole, full, flirtatious span of it
Subject(s): Fans


BLOSSOM       
First Line: A may morning. Light starting in the sky
Last Line: And tuches mine for the last time %and falls to earth


BOTANIC GARDENS       
First Line: Guided by love, leaving aside dispute
Subject(s): Erotic Love; Love


BOTTLE GARDEN       
First Line: I decanted them - feather mosses, fan-shaped plants


BRIAR ROSE       
First Line: Intimate as underthings
Last Line: And closing it without knowing why


CANALETTO IN THE NATIONAL GALLERY OF IRELALND       
First Line: Something beating in
Last Line: Something measurable


CHILD OF OUR TIME       
First Line: Yesterday I knew no lullaby
Last Line: Sleep in a world your final sleep has woken


CHORUS OF THE SHADOWS       
First Line: Puppets we are, strung by a puppet master
Last Line: The run of a well


CODE       
First Line: Poet to poet. I imagine you %at the edge of language, at the start of summer
Last Line: One word at a time. %one woman to another


CONVERSATION WITH AN INSPECTOR OF TAXES ABOUT POETRY       
First Line: No, comrade inspector, I won't sit down
Last Line: Unsung and my tongue is idle


CYCLIST WITH CUT BRANCHES       
First Line: Country hands on the handlebars
Last Line: And still had lives to live


CYNIC AT KILMAINHAM JAIL       
First Line: There is nowhere that the gimlet twilight has not
Last Line: At death, a better future, neither tear nor flaw


DAPHNE HEARD WITH HORROR THE ADDRESSES OF THE GOD       
First Line: It was early summer. Already
Last Line: Behind it all, of darkness: in the shadow, %beside the laurel hedge, its gesture


DAPHNE WITH HER THIGHS IN BARK       
First Line: I have written this
Last Line: It thrusts and hardens


DEATH OF REASON       
First Line: When the peep-o-day boys were laying fires down in
Last Line: She is ash and tallow. It is over


DEDICATION: THE OTHER WOMAN AND THE NOVELIST       
First Line: I know you have a world I cannot share
Last Line: Her speaking part for any of our silences


DEGAS'S LAUNDRESSES    Poem Text    
First Line: You rise, you dawn
Last Line: It’s your winding sheet
Subject(s): Degas, Edgar (1834-1917); Laundry & Laundering; Paintings & Painters; Women


DEGAS'S LAUNDRESSES       
First Line: You rise, you dawn
Last Line: It's your winding sheet
Subject(s): Degas, Edgar (1834-1917); Laundry And Laundering; Paintings And Painters; Women


DOLLS MUSEUM IN DUBLIN       
First Line: The wounds are terrible. The paint is old
Last Line: With a terrible stare. But not feel it. And not know it
Subject(s): Dolls; Dublin, Ireland; Museums; Toys


DOMESTIC INTERIOR: 1. NIGHT FEED       
First Line: This is dawn
Last Line: I tuck you in


DOMESTIC INTERIOR: 10. FRUIT ON A STRAIGHT-SIDED TRAY       
First Line: When the painter takes the straight-sided tray
Last Line: Spaces. Distances. Growing to infinities


DOMESTIC INTERIOR: 11. DOMESTIC INTERIOR       
First Line: The woman is as round
Last Line: Grow important by


DOMESTIC INTERIOR: 2. MONOTONY       
First Line: The stilled hub
Last Line: Small families


DOMESTIC INTERIOR: 3. HYMN       
First Line: For a.M. %december
Last Line: The world %was made flesh


DOMESTIC INTERIOR: 4. PARTINGS       
First Line: By the mercy
Last Line: Dawn sunders %to define


DOMESTIC INTERIOR: 5. ENERGIES       
First Line: This is my time
Last Line: Damp and tight


DOMESTIC INTERIOR: 6. THE MUSE MOTHER    Poem Text    
First Line: My window pearls wet
Last Line: From this rainy street
Subject(s): Language; Words; Vocabulary


DOMESTIC INTERIOR: 6. THE MUSE MOTHER       
First Line: My window pearls wet
Last Line: My mother tongue
Subject(s): Language


DOMESTIC INTERIOR: 7. ENDINGS       
First Line: A child %shifts in a cot
Last Line: The blossom. %the abandon


DOMESTIC INTERIOR: 8. IN THE GARDEN       
First Line: Let's go out now
Last Line: An inkling of it


DOMESTIC INTERIOR: 9. AFTER A CHILDHOOD AWAY FROM IRELAND       
First Line: One summer %we slipped in at dawn
Last Line: Your cheeks %are brick pink


DOMESTIC VIOLENCE    Poem Text    
First Line: It was winter, lunar, wet. At dusk
Subject(s): Man-woman Relationships; Male-female Relations


DREAM OF COLONY       
First Line: I dreamed we came to an iron gate
Last Line: I was saying -- %what have we done


EMIGRANT IRISH       
First Line: Like oil lamps we put them out the back
Last Line: And all the old songs. And nothing to lose
Variant Title(s): The Emigrant Ma
Subject(s): U.s. - Immigration And Emigration


ENVOI       
First Line: It is easter in the suburb. Clematis


EROTICS OF HISTORY       
First Line: Sex and history. And skin and bone
Last Line: This time - and this you did not ordain - %I am changing the story
Variant Title(s): Heroi
Subject(s): Erotic Love; Heroism; History


EXHIBITIONIST       
First Line: I wake to dark
Last Line: Unyielding, %frigid, %constellate


EXILE! EXILE!    Poem Text    
First Line: All night the room breathes out its grief
Subject(s): Ireland; United States; Irish; America


EXILE! EXILE!       
First Line: All night the room breathes out its grief
Last Line: In consequence, a fine, crazed skin of porcelain


FALSE SPRING       
First Line: Alders are tasselled
Last Line: Our futures, leaving us %nothing to look forward to except %what one serious frost can accomplish


FAMINE ROAD       
First Line: Idle as trout in light colonel jones
Last Line: Now if not a famine road?


FEVER       
First Line: Is what remained or what they thought


FIRE IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD       
First Line: The sign factory went on fire last night


FLIGHT       
First Line: Princes, it seems, are seldom wise
Last Line: Writing to headstones and forgotten princes


FOND MEMORY       
First Line: It was a school where all the children wore darned worsted
Last Line: Our safe inventory of pain. And I was wrong


FROM THE IRISH OF PANGUR BAN       
First Line: Myself and pangur, cat and sage
Last Line: From dark to light


FROM THE PAINTING BACK FROM MARKET BY CHARDIN    Poem Text    
First Line: Dressed in the colors of a country day
Last Line: Like birds in the accumulating snow
Subject(s): Chardin, Jean Baptiste (1699-1779); Paintings & Painters


FROM THE PAINTING BACK FROM MARKET BY CHARDIN       
First Line: Dressed in the colors of a country day
Last Line: Like birds in the accumulating snow
Subject(s): Chardin, Jean Baptiste (1699-1779); Paintings And Painters


GLASS KING       
First Line: Isabella of bavaria married charles vi of france in 1385. In later years
Last Line: She married, all her sorrows in her stolid face


GREEK EXPERIENCE       
First Line: Until that night, the night I lost my wonder
Last Line: How hard it is to get a good horse


GROWING UP       
First Line: Their two heads, hatted, bowed, mooning
Last Line: They look forward to is memory


HANGING JUDGE       
First Line: Come to the country where justice is seen to be done
Last Line: Dropping on your own neck like a noose


HARBOR       
First Line: This harbor was made by art and force
Last Line: Its colors stolen where the twilight gathers


HOUSE OF SHADOWS. HOME OF SIMILE    Poem Text    
First Line: One afternoon of summer rain


HOW WE MADE A NEW ART ON OLD GROUND    Poem Text    
First Line: A famous battle happened in this valley


HUGUENOT GRAVEYARD AT THE HEART OF THE CITY       
First Line: It is the immodesty we bring to these
Last Line: Is all that they could keep. Or stay


I REMEMBER       
First Line: I remember the way the big windows washed
Last Line: And vanilla silk of the french empire chairs


IN A BAD LIGHT       
First Line: This is st. Louis. Where the rivers meet
Last Line: It is, for that moment, beautiful


IN HER OWN IMAGE       
First Line: It is her eyes
Last Line: The one perfection %among compromises


IN HIS OWN IMAGE    Poem Text    
First Line: I was not myself, myself
Last Line: I'm a new woman
Subject(s): Women – Abused; Violence


IN HIS OWN IMAGE       
First Line: I was not myself, myself
Last Line: I am a new woman
Subject(s): Women


IN WHICH THE ANCIENT HISTORY I LEARN IS NOT MY OWN    Poem Text    
First Line: The linen map
Subject(s): England - History


IN WHICH THE ANCIENT HISTORY I LEARN IS NOT MY OWN       
First Line: The linen map
Last Line: They rarely left with more %than an ambiguous answer


INSCRIPTIONS       
First Line: About holiday rooms there can be
Last Line: Headstones to feed their hunger


IRISH CHILDHOOD IN ENGLAND: 1951       
First Line: The bickering of vowels on the buses
Last Line: Turned and said - 'you're not in ireland now
Variant Title(s): Another Country; On Re-reading The Middle English One Summer Night In Irelan


IRISH INTERIOR    Poem Text    
First Line: The woman sits and spins. She makes no sound
Subject(s): Spinning; Ireland; Irish


IT'S A WOMAN'S WORLD    Poem Text    
First Line: Our way of life
Last Line: Coming home
Subject(s): Women; Women's Rights


IT'S A WOMAN'S WORLD       
First Line: Our way of life
Last Line: Just my frosty neighbor %coming home
Subject(s): Women


JOURNEY       
First Line: And then the dark fell and 'there has never,'
Last Line: Slept the last dark out safely and I wept


KING AND THE TROUBADOUR       
First Line: A troubadour once lost his king
Last Line: Hearty as a giant


LACE       
First Line: Bent over


LATIN LESSON       
First Line: Easter light in the convent garden
Last Line: Keep a civil tongue %in my head


LAVA CAMEO       
First Line: I like this story
Last Line: Arrest a profile in the flux of hell %inscribe catastrophe


LAWS OF LOVE       
First Line: At first light the legislator
Last Line: Yet still there as the well is, haunted


LEGENDS       
First Line: Tryers of firesides
Last Line: Because you will retell the story


LIGHTS       
First Line: We sailed the long way home
Last Line: Leave me in the dark


LINES WRITTEN FOR A THIRTIETH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY       
First Line: Somewhere up in the eaves it began
Last Line: This constancy: what wears, what endures


LISTEN. THIS IS THE NOISE OF MYTH       
First Line: This is the story of a man and woman
Last Line: And when the story ends the song is over


LOVE       
First Line: Dark falls on this midwestern town
Last Line: But the words are shadows and you cannot hear me. %you walk away and I cannot follow


MAKING MONEY       
First Line: They made money- %maybe not the way
Last Line: Facing the paradox. Learning to die of it


MAKING OF AN IRISH GODDESS       
First Line: Ceres went to hell
Last Line: To pick out %my own daughter from %all the other children in the distance; %her back turned towards


MAKING UP       
First Line: My naked face
Last Line: Out of which %I dawn


MARCH 1 1847. BY THE FIRST POST       
First Line: The daffodils are out & how
Last Line: & poor mama was not herself all day


MARRIAGE FOR THE MILLENNIUM       
First Line: Do you believe %that progress is a woman?
Last Line: Her heart eased by this


MASTECTOMY       
First Line: My ears heard
Last Line: Theirs is the true booty


MENSES       
First Line: It is dark again
Last Line: And that my light's my own


MIDNIGHT FLOWERS       
First Line: I go down step by step
Last Line: A pliant jewel in the hands of someone else
Variant Title(s): Dark Flower


MIGRATION       
First Line: From august they embark on every wind
Last Line: Huddled together without name or burial


MIRAGES       
First Line: At various times strenuous sailing men
Last Line: His phantom war a forcing house of kings


MISE EIRE       
First Line: I won't go back to it
Last Line: Of what went before


MOTHER IRELAND    Poem Text    
First Line: At first
Subject(s): Ireland; Irish


MOTHER IRELAND       
First Line: At first %I was land
Last Line: Come back to us %they said %trust me I whispered


MOTHS    Poem Text    
First Line: Tonight the air smells of cut grass
Last Line: And my child's shadow longer than my own
Subject(s): Environment; Environmental Protection; Ecology; Conservation


MOTHS       
First Line: Tonight the air smells of cut grass
Last Line: My child's shadow longer than my own
Subject(s): Environment


MOUNTAIN TIME       
First Line: Time is shadowless there. Mornings reoccur


NAOISE AT FOUR       
First Line: The trap baited for them snaps
Last Line: Can solve it to a folk memory?


NEW PASTORAL       
First Line: The first man had flint to spark. He had a wheel
Last Line: I danced once oon a frieze


NEW TERRITORY       
First Line: Several things announced the fact to us
Last Line: He glimpsed the holy boy


NIGHTS OF CHILDHOOD    Poem Text    
First Line: My mother kept a stockpot
Last Line: Outside, the screams and stridency of mating
Subject(s): Home


NIGHTS OF CHILDHOOD       
First Line: My mother kept a stockpot
Last Line: Outside, the screams and stridency of mating
Subject(s): Home


NOCTURNE    Poem Text    
First Line: After a friend has gone I like the feel of it
Subject(s): Home


NOCTURNE       
First Line: After a friend has gone I like the feel of it
Last Line: Instant and improbable
Subject(s): Home


O FONS BANDUSIAE       
First Line: Bold as crystal, bright as glass
Last Line: And this green oak I celebrate


ODE TO SUBURBIA       
First Line: Six o'clock: the kitchen bulbs which blister
Last Line: On a red letter day %catch a mouse


OLD STEEL ENGRAVING       
First Line: Look. %the figure in the foreground
Last Line: Is this river which moments ago must have flashed the morse %of a bayonet thrust. And is moving on


ON HOLIDAY       
First Line: Ballyvaughan
Last Line: And wake to find it eaten


ORAL TRADITION       
First Line: I was standing there


OUR ORIGINS ARE IN THE SEA       
First Line: I live near the coast, on these summer nights


OUSIDE HISTORY       
First Line: There are outsiders, always. These stars
Last Line: And we are too late. We are always too late


OUTSIDE HISTORY: 9. IN EXILE       
First Line: The german girls who came to us that winter and
Last Line: My speech will not heal. I do not want it to heal


PARCEL       
First Line: There are dying arts and
Last Line: The twine unravelling. The destination illegible


PATCHWORK       
First Line: I have been thinking at random
Last Line: And the pieces fit


PHOTOGRAPH ON MY FATHER'S DESK       
First Line: It could be %any irish summer afternoon
Last Line: And the shrubbed lavender %will find %neither fragrance nor muslin


PILGRIM       
First Line: When the nest falls in winter, birds have flown
Last Line: Follow one another into the dark


POETS       
First Line: They like all creatures, being made
Last Line: Of morning, absentee landlord of the dark


POMEGRANATE       
First Line: The only legend I have ever loved is
Last Line: And to her lips. I will say nothing
Subject(s): Pomegranates


POSE       
First Line: She is a housekeeping. A spring cleaning
Last Line: She holds the open book like pantry keys


PRISONERS       
First Line: I saw him first lost in the lion cages
Last Line: The lion flee, silently, his stars


QUARANTINE    Poem Text    
First Line: In the worst hour of the worst season
Subject(s): Ireland - Famine


READY FOR FLIGHT       
First Line: From this I will not swerve nor fall nor falter
Last Line: Of devils, you and I would live in peace


REQUIEM FOR A PERSONAL FRIEND       
First Line: A striped philistine with quick
Last Line: Who got your body, of my tongue


RIVER       
First Line: You brought me


ROOMS OF OTHER WOMEN POETS       
First Line: I wonder about you: whether the blue abraisons
Last Line: The bay windbreak, the laburnum hang fire, feel %the ache of things ending in the jasmine darkening


SELF-PORTRAIT ON A SUMMER EVENING       
First Line: Jean-baptiste chardin
Last Line: The need to be ordinary


SHADOW DOLL       
First Line: They stitched blooms from ivory tulle


SINGERS       
First Line: The women who were singers in the west
Last Line: Finding a voice where they found a vision


SISTERS       
First Line: Now it is winter and the hare
Last Line: Ours with a chill and idle gesture


SOLDIER'S SON       
First Line: A young man's war it is, a young man's war
Last Line: He is your war. You are his pacifist


SOLITARY       
First Line: Night: %an oratory of dark
Last Line: I winter %into sleep


SONG    Poem Text    
First Line: Where in blind files
Last Line: Following the leaping tide
Subject(s): Love - Erotic; Love


SONG       
First Line: Where in blind files
Last Line: Followed the leaping tide
Subject(s): Erotic Love; Love


SONGS       


SOURCE       
First Line: The adults stood %making sounds of disappointment
Last Line: Maybe. Nearly. It could almost be


SPARROW-HAWK IN THE SUBURBS       
First Line: At that time of year there is a turn in the road where
Last Line: Last frosts of our %back gardens
Subject(s): Environment


SPRING AT THE EDGE OF THE SONNET       
First Line: Late march and I'm still lighting fires


STORY       
First Line: Two lovers in an irish wood at dusk
Last Line: How new it is -- this story. How hard it will be to tell


SUBURBAN WOMAN       
First Line: Town and country at each other's throat
Last Line: Who are of one another the first draft


SUBURBAN WOMAN: A DETAIL       
First Line: The chimneys have been swept.
Last Line: Crying 'remember us.'


THANKED BE FORTUNE       
First Line: Did we live a double life? %I would have said %we never envied
Last Line: The last crooked hour of starlight


THAT THE SCIENCE OF CARTOGRAPHY IS LIMITED    Poem Text    
First Line: And not simply by the fact that this shading of
Subject(s): Food Habits; Ireland - Famine; Maps; Potatoes


THAT THE SCIENCE OF CARTOGRAPHY IS LIMITED       
First Line: #name?
Last Line: And finds no horizon %will not be there
Subject(s): Food Habits; Ireland - Famine; Maps; Potatoes


THE BLACK LACE FAN MY MOTHER GAVE ME    Poem Text    
First Line: It was the first gift he ever gave her
Subject(s): Fans


THE DOLLS MUSEUM IN DUBLIN    Poem Text    
First Line: The wounds are terrible. The paint is old
Last Line: With a terrible stare. But not feel it. And not know it
Subject(s): Dolls; Dublin, Ireland; Museums; Toys; Art Gallerys


THE EMIGRANT IRISH    Poem Text     Recitation
First Line: Like oil lamps we put them out the back
Last Line: Program. She has published nine volumes of poetry
Variant Title(s): The Emigrant Man
Subject(s): United States - Immigration & Emigtration


THE EROTICS OF HISTORY    Poem Text    
First Line: Sex and history. And skin and bone
Last Line: Could hear it but him: make me a heroine
Variant Title(s): Heroic
Subject(s): Love - Erotic; Heroism; History; Heroes; Heroines; Historians


THE LOST LAND    Poem Text    
First Line: I have two daughters
Subject(s): Daughters; Ireland; Absence; Irish; Separation; Isolation


THE POMEGRANATE    Poem Text    
First Line: The only legend I have ever loved is
Subject(s): Pomegranates


THE ROOM IN WHICH MY FIRST CHILD SLEPT    Poem Text    
First Line: After a while I thought of it this way


THE WAR HORSE    Poem Text    
First Line: This dry night, nothing unusual
Subject(s): War


THERE AND BACK       
First Line: Years ago I left the guest-house
Last Line: Heliotropic, %to our kiss


THIS MOMENT    Poem Text    
First Line: A neighbourhood / at dusk
Last Line: Apples sweeten in the dark
Subject(s): Environment; Environmental Protection; Ecology; Conservation


THIS MOMENT       
First Line: A neighbourhood %at dusk
Last Line: Apples sweeten in the dark
Subject(s): Environment


THREE SONGS FOR A LEGEND: 1. A LULLABY FOR LIR'S SON       
First Line: O nurse when I was a rascal boy
Last Line: And whispered child, child, the winds must blow


THREE SONGS FOR A LEGEND: 2. THE MALEDICTION       
First Line: Son of lir as lonely are you now
Last Line: And where the wild dead lie wintering %forever


THREE SONGS FOR A LEGEND: 3. ELEGY FOR A YOUTH CHANGED TO A SWAN       
First Line: Now the march woods will miss his step
Last Line: And boughs of the almond and the laurel


TIRADE FOR THE LYRIC MUSE       
First Line: You're propped and swabbed and bedded
Last Line: Share my music


TIRADE FOR THE MIMIC MUSE       
First Line: I've caught you out. You slut. You fat trout
Last Line: Look in them and weep


UNLIVED LIFE       
First Line: Listen to me,' I said to my neighbor


WAR HORSE       
First Line: This dry night, nothing unusual
Last Line: Of burned countryside, illicit braid: %a cause ruined before, a world betrayed


WATER CLOCK       
First Line: Thinking of aging, on a summer day
Last Line: Every trace of rain had disappeared


WE ARE ALWAYS TOO LATE       
First Line: Memory %is in two parts
Last Line: Beautiful upstagings of %what we suffer by %what survives and she never even sees me


WE ARE HUMAN HISTORY. WE ARE NOT NATURAL HISTORY       
First Line: At twilight in %the shadow of the poplars
Last Line: A swarm of wild bees is making use of


WE ARE THE ONLY ANIMALS WHO DO THIS       
First Line: I saw a statue yesterday. A veiled woman
Last Line: Where grief and its emblems are inseparable


WHAT LANGUAGE DID       
First Line: The evening was the same as any other
Last Line: And words we can grow old and die in


WHAT WE LOST       
First Line: It is a winter afternoon


WHITE HAWTHORN IN THE WEST OF IRELAND       
First Line: I drove west %in the season between seasons
Last Line: And for travellers astray in %the unmarked lights of a may dusk-- %the only language spoken in those


WILD SPRAY       
First Line: It came to me one afternoon in summer


WINNING OF ETAIN       
First Line: Etain twice a woman twice a queen
Last Line: And mounting up, rode away with him


WITCHING       
First Line: My gifts %are nightly
Last Line: A woman's %flesh %can burn


WOMAN CHANGES HER SKIN       
First Line: How often
Last Line: My tongue flickers


WOMAN IN KITCHEN       
First Line: Breakfast over, islanded by noise
Last Line: In a room white and quiet as a mortuary


WOMAN PAINTED ON A LEAF       
First Line: I found it among curios and silver
Last Line: A mouth crying out. Let me. %let me die


WOMAN TAKES HER REVENGE ON THE MOON       
First Line: Claret. Plum. Cinnabar
Last Line: In my sunrise


WOMAN TURNS HERSELF INTO A FISH       
First Line: Unpod %the bag %the seed
Last Line: Still %she moons %in me


WOMEN       
First Line: This is the hour I love: the in-between
Last Line: Folded in and over, stacked high, %neated flat, stoving heat and white
Variant Title(s): Two World


WRITING IN A TIME OF VIOLENCE       
First Line: In my last year in college
Last Line: Beautiful speech. To strike


YEATS IN CIVIL WAR       
First Line: In middle age you exchanged the sandals
Last Line: A fantasy of honey your reprieve