Mary Stanley . . .

March 30, 2016

 

I'm reading lots of poetry again.  This by Mary Stanley (1919 - 1980)

and included in her slender volume of poetry - Starveling Year (1951).

 

 

The Wife Speaks

 

Being a woman, I am
not more than man nor less
but answer imperatives
of shape and growth. The bone
attests the girl with dolls,
grown up to know the moon
unwind her tides to chafe
the heart. A house designs
my day an artifact
of care to set the hands
of clocks, and hours are round
with asking eyes. Night puts
an ear on silence where
a child may cry. I close
my books and know events
are people, all roads
everywhere walk home
women and men, to take
history under their roofs.
I see Icarus fall
out of the sky, beside
my door, not beautiful,
envy of angels, but feathered
for a bloody death.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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