[From the WVFC Poetry Archive. First Published July 28, 2019.]
Dragonflies mating within the greeny shade
of the tamarisk, their transient lives unfettered.
On the bleached bay, becalmed, white sails
adrift underneath a blanched overheated sky.
Sand-washed, sun-warmed fragments—“sea glass”:
wines tossed—when?— from a celebration ship;
vintage nostrums, a patent bottle’s eroded story.
On the shore tiny green-black mites, terns—
and the calligraphic seashore grasses craving
with the breeze like a printmaker’s strains.
Pale world, inexperienced world, fragrant,
shifting, nonetheless, life we knew collectively—
in the whole lot I see your hand….
Wild mint at our door, honeysuckle,
aromatic August wind shifting,
dying—nectar, salt, all one breath.
“The Bay,” from Forbidden Metropolis, by Gail Mazur. Copyright © 2016 The College of Chicago. All rights reserved. First appeared in Ploughshares underneath the title “Late Summer season.” Forbidden Metropolis is out there for order here.
Gail Mazur is the creator of seven books of poetry: Nightfire, The Pose of Happiness, The Widespread, They Can’t Take That Away from Me (a finalist for the Nationwide E-book Award), Zeppo’s First Spouse: New and Chosen Poems (winner of the Massachusetts E-book Prize and finalist for the Los Angeles Instances E-book Prize), Figures in a Panorama, and Forbidden Metropolis. Her subsequent assortment, Land’s Finish, is forthcoming in 2020. She is founding director (since 1973) of the Blacksmith Home Poetry Collection in Cambridge, Massachusetts, the place she lives. She taught for a few years in Emerson Faculty’s MFA program, and is Visiting Professor in Boston College’s MFA program.
For twenty years, my husband and I spent elements of the yr residing in Provincetown the place we had his portray studio. Since his demise, it has been each balm and sorrow to be in that lovely place, alone but not alone. Recollections of him, of the best way he noticed, have been in the whole lot I checked out. The fragility and great thing about the ecosystem, and Cape Cod’s historical past at all times washing ashore, are extra poignant to me now, and but additionally extra consoling.