A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

from Time Travel: 1922

This afternoon, a dead cloud
backed out of your dressing-room.

For how long
have you been avoiding the earth?

Night has no other definition of radiance.

A tin ear had a vision
under the shelter of the porte-cochere,

and the street, bright-eyed and solemn,
finally reached the rapturous distortion

of nine o'clock...

Read the rest here.

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