by Evelyn Hooven (December 2015)
I
(The restaurant)
The woman in the restaurant
Asks the words for thank you, please, yes.
The waiter thinks he is patient
With strangers,
But she mispronounces
Each word every time.
“A third wine,” he crows
All the way to the bar, “for that
Old woman seated there.”
She hears but little
Though sees and tries
To puzzle the whole thing out.
I thought it was good
(But now I’m unsure)
To learn a traveller’s song—
A kind of migratory air
As old sounds fade
But I must be doing it wrong.
What should I do
At this age alone
When the lost children
Shriek or salute?
Is public demeanor
False or mute?
Is public demeanor
Mute and sure?
I’ll never take three glasses
Or, if so, won’t explain,
Never appear as a dreamer
But let the reverie come
And hold, hold down
The solemn, fugitive croon.
II
(The Morgan Gallery)
The cape she spreads
On Morgan’s mansion stairs
Is pure medieval green.
Passers-by stare
As though she were an extra
In a period piece.
Stranger than Teiresias
She looks at anything but us. . .
A Director’s small mistake.
But what does she hold
With a grasp like death,
How many years to enchant
Those sundries in her violet tote
To Necessity’s grave weight?
What does she carry,
Why such a hold?
Is it at us that she stares?
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Evelyn Hooven graduated from Mount Holyoke College and received her M.A. from Yale University, where she also studied at The Yale School of Drama. A member of the Dramatists’ Guild, she has had presentations of her verse dramas at several theatrical venues, including The Maxwell Anderson Playwrights Series in Greenwich, CT (after a state-wide competition) and The Poet’s Theatre in Cambridge, MA (result of a national competition). Her poems and translations from the French have appeared in ART TIMES, Chelsea, The Literary Review, THE SHOp: A Magazine of Poetry (in Ireland), The Tribeca Poetry Review, Vallum (in Montreal), and other journals, and her literary criticism in Oxford University’s Essays in Criticism.
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