CaravansaryHere, on the first accidental
Day of winter in the middle
Of the great design & hemp
Of fall, my careless heart
Would be an ice-freaked hall,
Ill-lit, a hostelry, silked & hallowed
All along the sovereign
Persian corridors. I am
Implacable, profoundly influenced
By nothing short of filament
Or pilgrimage & light-piqued
Hours--portaled, saint-freaked, coy.
It will not be given to me, in this
Scurvy life to speak,
This time, of caravans of salt, or joy.
Lucie Brock-Broido ********************
Lucie Brock-Broido is the author of two collections of poetry, A Hunger and The Master Letters. Her third book, Trouble in Mind, will be published by Knopf in 2002. She is Director of Poetry in the School of the Arts at Columbia University, and lives in New York City and in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
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RL
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