William Matthews Poems
|5.||A Small Room In Aspen||4/21/2010|
|7.||Foul Shots: A Clinic||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|
|15.||A Life Of Crime||4/21/2010|
|17.||Homer's Seeing-Eye Dog||1/13/2003|
|19.||A Poetry Reading At West Point||1/13/2003|
"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 ...
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