William Matthews

(November 11, 1942 - November 12, 1997 / Cincinnati, Ohio)

William Matthews Poems

1. The Snake 4/28/2015
2. Drizzle 2/10/2015
3. Alcide 4/21/2010
4. A Walk 4/21/2010
5. A Small Room In Aspen 4/21/2010
6. Bedtime 4/21/2010
7. Foul Shots: A Clinic 4/21/2010
8. Eyes 4/21/2010
9. A Roadside Near Ithaca 4/21/2010
10. On The Porch At The Frost Place, Franconia, N. H. 1/13/2003
11. Poem (The Lump Of Coal My Parents Teased) 1/13/2003
12. A Happy Childhood 4/21/2010
13. Mingus At The Showplace 1/13/2003
14. Job Interview 1/13/2003
15. A Life Of Crime 4/21/2010
16. The Blues 1/13/2003
17. Homer's Seeing-Eye Dog 1/13/2003
18. No Return 1/13/2003
19. A Poetry Reading At West Point 1/13/2003
20. Dire Cure 1/13/2003
Best Poem of William Matthews

Dire Cure

"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic
Oath begins, but before she might enjoy
such balm, the docs had to harm her tumor.
It was large, rare, and so anomalous
in its behavior that at first they mis-
diagnosed it. "Your wife will die of it
within a year." But in ten days or so
I sat beside her bed with hot-and-sour
soup and heard an intern congratulate
her on her new diagnosis: a children's
cancer (doesn't that possessive break
your heart?) had possessed her. I couldn't stop
personifying it. Devious, dour,
it had a clouded heart, like Iago's.
It loved ...

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No Return

I like divorce. I love to compose
letters of resignation; now and then
I send one in and leave in a lemon-
hued Huff or a Snit with four on the floor.
Do you like the scent of a hollyhock?
To each his own. I love a burning bridge.

I like to watch the small boat go over
the falls -- it swirls in a circle

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