This poem is taken from PN Review 221, Volume 41 Number 3, January - February 2015.
Two Poems
Waltzing
I can see just so much
from my studio flat
through the slanting snow:
my neighbor sweeps his daughter
around their condo
in off-kilter, three-
quarter time: whisk,
promenade, slow dip –
she must be riding his toes –
while his wife whirls their son
to Benny Goodman,
or looping bluegrass fiddles.
The last time my parents waltzed:
their wedding day.
After she flung her violets,
he tossed a champagne flute.
...
I can see just so much
from my studio flat
through the slanting snow:
my neighbor sweeps his daughter
around their condo
in off-kilter, three-
quarter time: whisk,
promenade, slow dip –
she must be riding his toes –
while his wife whirls their son
to Benny Goodman,
or looping bluegrass fiddles.
The last time my parents waltzed:
their wedding day.
After she flung her violets,
he tossed a champagne flute.
...
The page you have requested is restricted to subscribers only. Please enter your username and password and click on 'Continue'.
If you have forgotten your username and password, please enter the email address you used when you joined. Your login details will then be emailed to the address specified.
If you are not a subscriber and would like to enjoy the 288 issues containing over 11,600 poems, articles, reports, interviews and reviews, why not subscribe to the website today?
If you have forgotten your username and password, please enter the email address you used when you joined. Your login details will then be emailed to the address specified.
If you are not a subscriber and would like to enjoy the 288 issues containing over 11,600 poems, articles, reports, interviews and reviews, why not subscribe to the website today?
