Shirley Kaufman Poems

Not for their ice-pick eyes,
their weeping willow hair,
and their clenched fists beating at heaven.
Not for their warnings, predictions
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We live on a holy mountain
where the crows and the Crown Plaza
rise higher than our expectations
and the golden dome is only
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I saw the hand of Rasputin
cast in bronze and used as an oversized
paperweight on someone's desk.
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