Richard W. Halperin

Pray at a Grave

Is that what people do? / Don’t spoil it with words.‍ // Pray at a grave. / As ridiculousas saying good-bye ...

Remnants of a Disinherited Race

George Eliot calls Silas Marner ...

If I Have The Words & Late Plays of Yeats

A woman with a small fox on the lead / Walks into La Boulangerie des Invalides / The terrace of which I am having...

The Girl in the Red Cape

The girl in the red cape is still where she was. / On the island of Miyajima, on the planks of / The first Noh theatre.

Concentric

Proust described À la recherche du temps perdu‍ / As concentric. So is any good poem, / So is life. The look you gave...

The Middle Years

Faster, says my soul, but it is not my soul / Which says it. The soul knows; the brain / is Only an accoutrement.

Cotton and Visitation

My mother, our first night in New York, / pointed to a pillowcase on my hotel bed.

Astonishment & Dublin Canals

Poems, the Ideas for them & The Temple

Arthur Waley, of an Evening