Paul Mariani Poems

Just after my wife's miscarriage (her second
in four months), I was sitting in an empty
classroom exchanging notes with my friend,
a budding Joyce scholar with steelrimmed
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Late nights, with summer moths clinging
to the screens & the shadows of the Old Great
flickering across the tv screen, suddenly,
there would be Charlie's inquisitorial head
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In the Tuileries we came upon the Great Wheel
rising gargantuan above the trees. Evening
was coming on. An after-dinner stroll, descending
by easy stages toward the river, a bridge of leaves
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After so much time you think
you'd have it netted
in the mesh of language. But again
it reconfigures, slick as Proteus.
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Beyond the moon, beyond planet blue
and planet red, each day further
from the sun she floats out toward
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