Poems by Katha Pollitt
Small Comfort
... comfort enough in such small daily momentsof beauty, renewal, calm, too late to imagine ...
Song
... no more Will the ambiguous arm-waves spell ...
Akiba
... Where the wilderness enters, the world, the song of the world ...
Effort at Speech Between Two People
... like glad horns blowing, and birds tilting, and an arm about me ...
Song for Dead Children
... We set great wreaths of brightness on the graves of the passionate ...
The Speaking Tree
... The trunk of the speaking tree looks like a tree-trunk ...
[Murmurs from the earth of this land?]
... The sun of plants speaks in your voice, and the infinite shells of ...
Song (“The world is full of loss ... ”)
... my home is where we make our meeting-place, ...
Night Feeding
... knows sleep, knows growth, the sex of fire and grass, ...
Waterlily Fire
... I was the island without bridges, the child down whose blazing ...
The Speed of Darkness
... Whoever despises the cunt despises the life of the child ...
Desdichada
... II. While this my day and my people are a country not yet born ...
Poem
... Considering a nameless way of living, of almost unimagined values ...
