E. Dickins

Again — his voice
           ask the
            one — as me —

I        flower —
           justify —

                 with         steps —
 — silent —
  look             world
     his face —

           careless — and
                  strain —
Each —
    — how —
               — had been —

We walk
         thoughtful      —
     with us — just a little
And — then —

Alone — if            "alone" —
                    the sky
We cannot

            live that hour —
The purple —    my Vein —
                  the drops —
My                 stain

Laura LeHew, 2014

Sculpted work:
by Emily Dickinson

Death is Here,
Death is Guarded by Swords

a Cento

I wake in the dark and remember
White fog lifting and falling on mountain-brow.

Lady of the Night star-breathed
This is the Wheel of Dreams

It rises over the lake, the farms,
Black bird, black voice,

You only have to wait, they will find you

I touch you in the night, whose gift was you,
All the new thinking is about loss.

No one believes in the calm
The hospital: it wasn’t her idea

A wild patience has taken me this far
While I stood here, in the open, lost in myself,

What voice at moth-hour did I hear calling
Traveling through the dark I found a deer

Love it was good to talk to you tonight.
At dawn the dove croons.

The ache of marriage
The whiskey on your breath

As long as we look forward, all seems free,
It seemed the kind of life we wanted.

My quietness has a man in it, he is transparent
History has to live with what was here,

This is not exactly what I mean
I shall hate you

Here they are. The soft eyes open.
Your face did not rot

Mercy is whiter than laundry,
It was a long time ago.

Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily
I cannot remember things I once read

Stasis in darkness.

Gone, I say and walk away from church,
Is the soul solid, like iron?

Laura LeHew, 2014

Remixed works:
Iris, by Murial Rukeyser
Rain Travel, by WS Merwin
Wales Visitation, by Allen Ginsberg
The Night-Blooming Jasmine, by Audre Lorde
Carriers of the Dream Wheel, by N. Scott Momaday
The Kite, by Mark Strand
In the Orchard, by Anne Stevenson
Messengers, by Louise Gluck
The Science of the Night, by Stanley Kunitz
Meditations at Laguitas, by Robert Haas
Belief, by Philip Levine
Darlene’s Hospital, by John Ashbery
Integrity, by Adrienne Rich
Milkweed, by James Wright
What Voice at Moth-Hour, by Robert Penn Warren
Traveling Through the Dark, by William Stafford
Rondeau After a Transatlantic Telephone Call, by Marilyn Hacker
California Spring, by Charles Wright
The Ache of Marriage, by Denise Levertov
My Papa’s Waltz, by Theodore Roethke
The Western Approach, by Howard Nemerov
Serpent Knowledge, by Robert Pinsky
In Memory of My Feelings, by Frank O’Hara
History, by Robert Lowell
The World and I, by Laura Riding Jackson
Hatred, by Gwendolyn B. Bennett
The Heaven of Animals, by James Dickey
The Lost Pilot, by James Tate
Angels in Winter, by Nancy Willard
As I Grew Older, by Langston Hughes
Little Exercise, Elizabeth Bishop
Mid-August at Sourdough Mountain Lookout, by Gary Synder
Ariel, by Sylvia Plath
The Truth the Dead Know, by Anne Sexton
Some Questions You Might Ask, by Mary Oliver



TWO       diverged in a    
                     long I
    looked down
            bent in the undergrowth;    
          the other
           perhaps the better    
           was            wanted
    both              equally lay    
           the first
I doubted
                        with a sigh    
Two       diverged            and

Laura LeHew, 2014

Sculpted work:
The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost