Poem
Miracles are not like tempests.
Furlongs are not like hedgerows
though they come close ...
As I combed it,
he sat cross-legged
in front of me ...
We tread the wood in J. Crew,
pluck grey seersucker and navy cashmere
and talk about dressing for the seasons ...
Just knowing those colours makes it safer
already and how they'll change anyway by the time
you, thirteen now, are old enough for elsewhere: ...
The dead gaze back across their special days:
cloud above clover, crisis above the crow ...
Such new horizons, yet they still approach. ...
Set in the modern day, Satan Repentant is a book-length poem about revenge, resentment, and remorse, telling a new myth of what would happen if Satan tried to apologise and atone for all his crimes. Through that story, it explores ideas of power, of authority to judge right and wrong, and the dignity and shame that can be attached to admitting fault or insi ...
We are in the back of the Bentley;
the church and the Riviera crowds
are behind us. The sunroof is open ...
When the temperature drops, and the wind begins
to moan, through the coils of the air conditioner,
and I wonder how the wind chooses ...
In this episode of 'Poem of the Week' Alicia Sometimes reads 'Universality'. ABR Editor, Peter Rose, introduces Alicia who then reads and discusses her poem.
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