New years' morning

Carl Adamshick

 
A low, quiet music is playing—
distorted trumpet, torn bass line,
white windows. My palms
are two speakers the size
of pool-hall coasters.
I lay them on the dark table
for you to repair.
 
Copyright 2010 by Carl Adamshick. From Curses and Wishes (Louisiana State University Press, 2011). Used by permission of the author.

Poems by This Author

Before by Carl Adamshick
I always thought death would be like traveling
Benevolence by Carl Adamshick
We took your food and in a few days
Correction by Carl Adamshick
Last week the caption
Loss by Carl Adamshick
It is nice to be without answers
Our flag by Carl Adamshick
should be green
The solitude of an apricot by Carl Adamshick
Away from leaf touch, from twig


Further Reading

Poems About New Year's
In Memoriam, [Ring out, wild bells]
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
A Good Year Down
by Jeni Olin
A New Law
by Greg Delanty
A Song for New Year's Eve
by William Cullen Bryant
At the Entering of the New Year
by Thomas Hardy
Fragments for the End of the Year
by Jennifer K. Sweeney
Heavy Snowfall in A Year Gone Past
by Laura Jensen
In Tenebris
by Ford Madox Ford
Letter to GC
by Dana Levin
Meditations on the Fall and Winter Holidays
by Charles Reznikoff
New Year's Morning
by Helen Hunt Jackson
Te Deum
by Charles Reznikoff
The Call of the Open
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Darkling Thrush
by Thomas Hardy
The Garden Year
by Sara Coleridge
The New Year
by Emma Lazarus
The Old Year
by John Clare
The Passing of the Year
by Robert W. Service
The Year
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Year's Awakening
by Thomas Hardy
Written in the Beginning of the Year 1746
by William Collins