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"The prose poems in this series are dedicated to Paul Thek (1933-1988) and Isabella Stewart Gardner (1840-1924). They were inspired by Thek’s recent Retrospective at the Whitney called Diver and a month spent as an artist-in-residence in the Gardner Museum in Boston. Mrs. Gardner may be our first American Installation artist." —Susan Howe

from Debths

Susan Howe, 1937

A work of art is a world of signs, at least to the poet’s nursery
bookshelf sheltered behind the artist’s ear. I recall each little
motto howling its ins and outs to those of us who might as
well be on the moon illu illu illu

                                     _

Antique Mirror
Etce ce Tera. Forgotn quiet all. Nobody grows old and crafty
here in middle air together. Long ago ice wraith foliage.
I had such fren

                                     _

Our mother of puddled images fading away into deep blue polymer.
Seaweed, nets, shells, fish, feathers

Copyright © 2013 by Susan Howe. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on September 19, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Copyright © 2013 by Susan Howe. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-A-Day on September 19, 2013. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.

Susan Howe

Susan Howe

Susan Howe was born in 1937 in Boston, Massachusetts. She was elected a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets in 2000.

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age of earth and us all chattering

a sentence   or character
suddenly

steps out to seek for truth   fails 
falls

into a stream of ink   Sequence 
trails off

must go on

waving fables and faces   War 
doings of the war

manoeuvering between points 
between

any two points     which is 
what we want   (
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