Misgivings

by William Matthews "Perhaps you’ll tire of me," muses my love, although she’s like a great city to me, or a park that finds new ways to wear each flounce of light and investiture of weather. Soil doesn’t tire of rain, I think, but I know what she fears: plans warp, planes explode, topsoil gets …

When Great Trees Fall

"When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, …

Rosy Ear

by Zbigniew Herbert I thoughtbut I know her so wellwe have been living together so many years I knowher bird-like headwhite armsand belly until one timeon a winter eveningshe sat down beside meand in the lamplightfalling from behind usI saw a rosy ear a comic petal of skina conch with living bloodinside it I didn’t …

Misgivings

by William Matthews “Perhaps you’ll tire of me,” musesmy love, although she’s like a great city to me, or a park that finds newways to wear each flounce of lightand investiture of weather.Soil doesn’t tire of rain, I think, but I know what she fears: plans warp,planes explode, topsoil gets peeled away by floods. And …

Breakfast

by Jacques Prevert He put the coffeeIn the cupHe put the milkIn the cup of coffeeHe put the sugarIn the cafe au laitAnd he set down the cupWithout a word to meHe litA cigaretteHe made smoke-ringsWith the smokeHe put the ashesIn the ash-trayWithout a word to meWithout a look at meHe got upHe putHis hat …