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They finger the darkness long after the plates are cleared
and because they’re lonely, multiply themselves
in the black window, bowing to company,
and exchange signals with the rising moon.
We’re asleep. God will put out the lights.
Ed. note: "Shabbat Candles" is from Rosanna Warren's brilliant new book, So Forth (Norton, 2020). Photo credit: Joel Cohen.
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
Beautifully succinct. Brava.
Posted by: Jill Newnham | August 22, 2020 at 11:11 AM