Kooser: 'American Life in Poetry' (Sept. 22)

 


Here’s a fine poem about the stages of grief by Helen T. Glenn, who lives in Florida.

Noguchi's Fountain

The release of water in the base

so controlled that the surface tension,

tabletop of stability, a mirror,

remains unbroken. Moisture seeps

down polished basalt sides.

This is how I grieve, barely

enough to dampen river stones,

until fibers in my husband's

tweed jacket brush my fingers

as I fold it into a box. How close

the whirlpool under my feet.

Poem copyright ©2012 by Helen T. Glenn, and reprinted from the Nimrod International Journal, Vol. 56, no. 1, 2012, by permission of Helen T. Glenn and the publisher.

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