05.03.2008

Aubade On East 12th Street (a poem by August Kleinzahler)

The skylight silvers
and a faint shudder from the underground
travels up the building’s steel.

Dawn breaks across this wilderness
of roofs with their old wooden storage tanks
and caps of louvered cowlings

moving in the wind. Your back,
raised hip and thigh
well-tooled as a rounded baluster

on a lathe of shadow and light.

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One Response to “05.03.2008”

  1. I absolutely love this piece… it’s been awhile since I ran across a new poet whose work I wanted to explore, but this makes a powerful case for reading Kleinzahler.

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