I confess it: this morning, I forgot.Barely half awake, I left our bedto watch the snow come down. And what a sight!The earth all ermine, no defiling blotanywhere. The sky, yesterday lead,had harvested its jasmines overnight.Gone, the earliest green; but there was lightfrom where numberless twirling petals spedbewildered. A ghostly circle burnedfaintly behind their dance: […]
Author: Rhina P. Espaillat
Dominican-born Rhina P. Espaillat is a bilingual poet, essayist, short story writer, translator, and former English teacher in New York City’s public high schools. She has published 12 books and five chapbooks, has earned numerous national and international awards, and is a founding member of the Fresh Meadows Poets of NYC and the Powow River Poets of Newburyport, MA, where she now lives. Her most recent poetry collections are And After All and The Field.
At the Next Table
How beautiful their fingers when they sign,lit by the steady candle! Waiters bringrolls in a basket and uncork the wine;the young man sips; then she; he nods. They singwith their four hands. Now he inscribes the airwith urgencies her palms, tossed by the storm,reply to. Why even try to look elsewhere!This icy night, no other […]