A Poem by Rachel Hadas
"Riverside Park across the street: the trees
are bare, and now the sun is going down,
black against the sky. The pewter river
has begun to freeze. It looks like snow."
-- A perfectly visually stanza, clear and cold. I should know. I live a block from Riverside Park.
Location, location, location, eh?
So much empathy and attention in this: "When she wakes up / one cheek will be moist, herringboned, and red."
Exactly! But my comment should read "perfectly visualized". My bad.
To typo is human!
Because Moses Hadas appears in the first stanza, I must link to his daughter's fine essay about him here in the comments: https://magazine.columbia.edu/article/many-lives-moses-hadas
"Riverside Park across the street: the trees
are bare, and now the sun is going down,
black against the sky. The pewter river
has begun to freeze. It looks like snow."
-- A perfectly visually stanza, clear and cold. I should know. I live a block from Riverside Park.
Location, location, location, eh?
So much empathy and attention in this: "When she wakes up / one cheek will be moist, herringboned, and red."
Exactly! But my comment should read "perfectly visualized". My bad.
To typo is human!
Because Moses Hadas appears in the first stanza, I must link to his daughter's fine essay about him here in the comments: https://magazine.columbia.edu/article/many-lives-moses-hadas