On Poverty - 22 Feb 2000
On Proving That God is Dead (1998)
And here are two poems from dearest Alice Howell:
David Alger
GARDEN TOMB
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- 1. Sudden uphill spurt
- ....Brings my ailing car stuttering
- ... Into tall, dark woods;
- ... My breath catches.
- 2. .The standing she-bear
- ... Across the yellow meadow
- ... Finally lumbers down and away
- ... As I brake onto the road's wide shoulder.
- 3. Aching heart-colors meeting overhead
- ... Transform the roadway
- ... Into a leafy autumn cathedral above me;
- ... Their unplanned consolation hurts.
- 4. A touring car full of shouting children;
- ... A black roadside rock bisected
- ... By a long and twisted snake of white quartz
- ... Tells us we are nearly there. Hallelujah!
- 5. You'd never know
- ... Unless you'd been there
- ... What losing so many of the tall maples
- ... Along our main street
- ... Did to the wholeness of our town.
- 6. Highway 9 in autumn
- ... Creates a hazard to driving safety
- ... The shag carpet in rainbow colors
- ... That covers the hills we pass through
- ... Dazzles the eye, distracts the mind,
- ... Fills the heart.
- 7. Sheen of silver sunlight on dark blue water
- ... As I pass so quickly, so quickly -
- ... Scent of pond water, coolness of moving air,
- ... Then back again to hot asphalt
- ... And my need to hurry on.
- 8. Coming over the rise presents me
- ... With a panorama of dark river,
- ... A clump of tall buildings, a snarl of roadways,
- ... Bordered by the descent to a bridge
- ... That beckons my reluctant heart
- ... To return to the city place I tried to leave behind
- ... Along with the pain.
- 9. Dirt roads are the best roads of all! -
- ... But not in the winter!
- 10. The rattle of washboard
- ... ,Still lives deep in my sitting bones -
- ... , Bones that contacted their sharpened ridges
- ... ,.As we drove them in the long ago
- ... , Of unpaved summer Dakota highways.
- 11. Coming round a bend,
- ... , The mingled fragrance of the ocean
- ... , Cancels decades of living without it,
- ... , And I am reborn in its salty, fishy, seaweedy ambiance.
- 12. The urges to see again
- ... , The haunts of one's past
- ... , Do not create the longed-for satisfaction
- ... , Unless the roads that lead there
- ... , Still serve as alchemical transformers.
- 13. Home road,
- ... , Away road,
- ... , Road upward,
- ... , Road downward,
- ... , Road straight,
- ... , Road curving,
- ... , Ah, roads!
- ..............................MML October, 00
I DREAM OF YOUR TOUCH WHILE U ARE AWAY,
I DREAM OF YOUR SMILE ALL THREW THE DAY,
I REMEMBER THE DAY YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE,
I DREAM OF THE DAY I WILL BE YOUR WIFE,
I DREAM OF THE DAY I CAN FALL ASLEEP NEXT TO YOU,
I DREAM OF THE DAY I WILL SAY I DO,
TO BE YOUR WIFE TO BE TOGETHER FOR LIFE,
IS THE DREAM I DREAM EVERY NIGHT.