Poetry:
Anderson, Anita Tanner, Joan I Siegel, David Garrison, Jeanne
Anita Tanner Gelling Ihe Children lo Bed Time will fail us before we go lo bed ourselves and turning them in will be wild and complex again. Tomorrow we will call them out of sleep and a...
...And your mother can already name the hollow sleeves ol" your childhood, the red-hooded jackets with pale pink and yellow mittens hung like pulley cords inside, can already name ihe frayed collar of oihcr days, other nights, your sleeping body warm in her arms, as moonlit leaf shadows water the thin white blinds...
...Your mother will always know your body, knows already the absence of your body, how it lies darkly on bargain tables, nearly motionless amid socks and scarves, •ilmosl a shadow, almost light's failure...
...some note 1 can nol hold...
...I ram the dreaming wrists and the light spaces...
...She plays America the Beautiful And I do not stand, and do not stand...
...And my daughter-early, fifteen, green- Ways again some nole...
...And I. dutiful parent, sit In a corner of the stadium bleachers...
...Kchind me the white houses of America, I rider turquoise skies on smooth clipped green...
...We make our own myths: I am not Jesus nor Orpheus but my father's daughter leading him into music from the dark When I look back, he is there still T'avid Garrison Goodwill You wear so well the clothes of multitudes your mother finds with her thorough hands, these wrung-down delicacies of day-in, day-out...
...me cheap sweaters, flannel shirts, and half-dollar sleepersthe blue abandoned gowns of angels...
...Mold frolhs at the sides of his moulh rot grows between his toes...
...Some note I must let go to lift, let go to weight...
...Listen without comment, listen with out...
...I hey lean toward the blued water jerseys < 'f another team, an other team...
...Cheerleaders with small, early bodiesUodies I have watched cascade across the green ficldLet go their gravity and lift, let go and lift...
...I beckon at the piano: we read Diabelli (four hands) as usual he plays bass We begin together then lose each other...
...loanne Anderson Some Nole I Can Nol Hold My daughter, fifteen, plays clarinet...
...1-rom the backs of fat babes asleep in sunlight...
...To the east and north against mcsl.cd fence, And ache, ache for those boys who do not Know they need weight, do not know weight...
...Their rooflines bent with lhat weight...
...Joan I. Siegel Resurrection Like Lazarus my father rises from sleep tossing off grey bedsheets bemused...
...Tomorrow we will call them out of sleep and a yellow bus will return them to us in wind, but not for keeps...
...They will have grown, running for the house like leaves blowing- wheeze of brake, an amber pulsing behind their sun-blonde frames...
...Marbled beef their red and white uniforms...
...fnm the frail-veined arms of milk-sweet skin...
...Some note I must let go to lift, let go to weight...
Vol. 117 • June 1990 • No. 11
