Modern Promethea
I was thinking about how not all women bear children, and some of us make people in other ways.
I was thinking about how not all women bear children, and some of us make people in other ways.
a poem by MARION WINIK
Sharon Olds
W. H. Auden, 1907 - 1973 I sit in one of the divesOn Fifty-second StreetUncertain and afraidAs the clever hopes expireOf a low dishonest decade:Waves of anger and fearCirculate over…
Death Synthetic winds have blown awayMaterial dust, but this one roomRebukes the constant violet rayAnd dustless sheds a dusty gloom.Wrecked on the outmoded pastLie North and Hillard, Virgil, Horace,Shakespeare’s bones…