Sunday, April 17, 2011
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Thursday, April 14, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Helen Hagemann
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Penguins in Frost
White glossed, unbearably chilled
these penguins are piqued in glare
nothing moves except shadows
the music of the ice as it drips on
fur and face. The north wind
sings, unbuttons their coats.
Their statuesque flippers defrost
as water leaks from their stance.
These pensive birds are used to the
frost, snow, the sudden flood
of blizzards. Look! flakes shimmy
and the buried one is no longer
a totem pole and moves ahead
from a stiff wall of ice.
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| Ice cased Adelie penguins after a blizzard at Cape Denison photo by Frank Hurley, National Library of Australia. |
White glossed, unbearably chilled
these penguins are piqued in glare
nothing moves except shadows
the music of the ice as it drips on
fur and face. The north wind
sings, unbuttons their coats.
Their statuesque flippers defrost
as water leaks from their stance.
These pensive birds are used to the
frost, snow, the sudden flood
of blizzards. Look! flakes shimmy
and the buried one is no longer
a totem pole and moves ahead
from a stiff wall of ice.
Monday, April 11, 2011
- Monday, April 11, 2011
- Helen Hagemann
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Bon Voyage
The day we buried grandma
the day of five funerals
a day when fun hid itself
behind the trees
with the bees
yes, that day of dark cloud,
mounds and rounds
of soft grey earth
I wanted to say to the lowering,
to the box in the ground
to the white lilies going down
Where Gran? Where to now?
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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