The Art Divas / Divas of Verse

Demeter to Persephone I watched you walking up out of that hole All day it had been raining in that field in S...

December               It snows and still the derelicts             go carrying sandwich boards—               on...

Poem in October         It was my thirtieth year to heaven      Woke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour wo...

Beautiful Bottom, Beautiful Shame The way he writhed       Beneath the other man Argued his loneliness,     ...

Last Photograph of My Mother Laughing   The one in the book after this, you’re in the Louvre, whiter and colder ...

Wanting a Child   How hard it is for the river here to re-enter the sea, though it’s most beautiful, of course, ...

Theories of Time and Space   You can get there from here, though there’s no going home.   Everywhere you go ...