"Seven Octets"

A weekly poem, read by the author.
Oct. 5 2010 7:04 AM

"Seven Octets"

Click the arrow on the audio player to hear Paul Breslin read this poem. You can also download the recording or subscribe to Slate's Poetry Podcast on iTunes.
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Like a Shining Mirror

Mother cumulonimbus
Trying never to rain

Father anvil cumulus
Throwing rope-tornadoes and lightning

Gone now from the mirror
Blinding blue where they were

My vow
To uncloud myself.

First House

We owned the roof over our heads;
my parents slept in the same bed.

Mother taught me to recognize
pansies, snap-dragons, tiger-lilies;

how to spread mulch, and how to place
bulbs; how sometimes the trowel's blade