On the Metro (a poem by C. K. Williams)

On the metro, I have to ask a young woman to move the packages beside her to make    room for me; she’s reading, her foot propped on the seat in front of her, and barely looks up as  she pulls them to her.I sit, take out my own book—Cioran, […]

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Maybe I’ll See You Around

Listen, we need to go now, we can’t stay here any longer, Listen! The train is leaving now, can’t you hear the whistle? if we run, we may get it Can you hear me? Listen… you can stay here, if you like, I wont mind… it’s okay, I’ll be okay, no, […]

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The Mother Land

Through the windows, the landscape passes, like wind through my hair, the train passes through dawn, A crisp light in the air, passengers fumble for blankets, toothbrushes, a hand to grasp Curtains drawn a yawn a supplication to God Voices, foreign the land stops, the cold morning air And me, […]

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