by Laure-Anne Bosselaar
Foreword by Charles Simic
New Poets of America
Series
Laure-Anne Bosselaar's
poetry captures the lives of "lost souls roaming":
be they young girls in convents, merchants, whores, widows,
soldiers, nuns or farmers. Eccentric, vibrant people, who lived
in Europe in the midst of the fallout from the World Wars, are
imagined, remembered, made unforgettable. Other poems speak
to her experiences in America, her reflections on her european
childhood and to adult love and intimacy.
This
Morning, God
Four
A.M. Snow on the roof like a stone slab.
I
wake in the dark again, leave my husband,
tiptoe
into the kitchen, silently stir my coffee
with
a plastic spoon: I don't want to wake him.
I
won't forget those dawns without him:
slam
the doors, slap the lights on, stir in my coffee
with
metal things to chase away the ghouls
of
the lonely choking me in their burlap wings.
Today,
I stand in the middle of our house,
everything
still with unblemished intensity: no wind,
no
moon, not even the weary whir of an insect hovering.
Leave
me here: with the smell of coffee, and this
other
scent ebbing from my body: sex, my husband,
our
bed. Let me tiptoe through our house, press my palms
and
face to the bedroom door an instant so the rest of the day
will
be easy: work, phone, traffic, more work--
the
incessant beating in my chest for two now.
Copyright
© 1997 by BOA Editions
Available editions:
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Paperback
ISBN: 1-880238-47-0
Price: $12.50
Publishing Date: June 1997
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