The 10:15 to Cambridge
Maybe twin violets have reasons.
A cancelled check
flutters to the floor, a fire-singed moth...
The ticket he sent, folded
& folded again. Salt smell of his inner pocket.
They say there's a world
that keeps on coming up with Springs--can you count
the times you've seen it
on one hand?
But I wish you the swirling grace of London swans.
That the on-coming train
was a pack of the shyest white horses.
Louise Mathias, originally published in The Laurel Review.
About Me
- Eduardo C. Corral
- Eduardo C. Corral is a CantoMundo fellow. He holds degrees from ASU and the Iowa Writers' Workshop. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Beloit Poetry Journal, jubilat, New England Review, Ploughshares, Poetry, and Post Road. His work has been honored with a "Discovery"/The Nation award and residencies from The MacDowell Colony and Yaddo. He has served as the Olive B. O'Connor Fellow in Creative Writing at Colgate University and as the Philip Roth Resident in Creative Writing at Bucknell University. He's the interview editor for Boxcar Poetry Review. He won the 2011 Yale Series of Younger Poets competition.
3 comments:
Like it.
I really like the form of this. Lends extra punch to the imagery. Thanks for posting.
the writing is competent but I found the images tame and derivative--they didn't lead me anywhere. I could get specific but that would be bitchy.
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