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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.

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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Iseult stands at Tintagel
on the mid stairs between 
light and dark symbolism 
Does she stand for phonic 
human overtone for outlaw 
love the dread pull lothly 
for weariness actual brute 
predestined fact for phobic 
falling no one talking too 
Tintagel ruin of philosophy 
here is known change here 
is come

For here we are here
daylight does not reach 
Vast depth on the wall

Alapeen Paper Patch Muslin
Calico Camlet Dimity Fustian
Serge linsey-woolsey say

A wainscot bedsten & Curtans
& vallains & iron Rodds


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