as if a tramp traveled along the train tracks
I listened to you in the night without a thought of myself
and the groom and the bride, night and day,
glanced shyly at each other
between the fierce winds and devil-may-care attitudes
if I had a thing to tell you
the end is just rain
wet endless rain
I would ask you
to soothe my brow
dreams dark why am I
beginning to act in them with agency
naps, congregations, conjugations
the arrest of anticipation
all told, an improvement
to assuage it yet attend to another’s joy
that’s a neat trick
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The sun’s back out, better get back outside.
“I didn’t want to buy anything. It’s sad when you can’t think of anything you want to buy.”
Swept the pine needles off the patio, friends coming to visit.
He says there isn’t going to be any winter, relax.
Bio: Ruth Lepson is poet-in-residence at the New England Conservatory of Music. In recent years she has collaborated with musicians, and her forthcoming book, Ask Anyone, will be accompanied by musical settings of her poems on the Pressed Wafer website. Her other books are Dreaming in Color (Alice James Books), Morphology, and I Went Looking for You (Both from BlazeVOX) and she edited Poetry from Sojourner: A Feminist Anthology (UIllinois). Her poems have appeared in Let the Bucket Down, Carve, SpoKe, Jacket2, Big Bridge, and many other journals.
Poetic Statement: I can write only what I can write. Robert Creeley has been my main man, & I have learned immeasurably from him, as well as from Denise Levertov & Adrienne Rich. My conundrum is how to express emotion through sound & image in a contemporary way. These days I love Fanny Howe, Kate Greenstreet, Joseph Massey, and plenty of others—I seem to buy a book a day.