letter to my transgender daughter
I made soup tonight, with cabbage, chard
and thyme picked outside our back door.
For this moment the room is warm and light,
and I can presume you safe somewhere.
I know the night lives inside you. I know grave,
|1864||A Song for New Year's Eve||William Cullen Bryant|
|1921||Approach of Winter||William Carlos Williams|
|1909||The Uses of Poetry||William Carlos Williams|
|1988||For the Poem Paterson [1. Detail]||William Carlos Williams|
|1921||Spring Storm||William Carlos Williams|
|1962||Spring and All, XIV||William Carlos Williams|
|1916||A Love Song||William Carlos Williams|
|1962||This Is Just To Say||William Carlos Williams|
|1988||For the Poem Paterson [3. St. Valentine]||William Carlos Williams|
|1962||Spring and All [By the road to the contagious hospital]||William Carlos Williams|