Poetry at the Harlow: Nancy Henry, Anna Wrobel and Jim Donnelly

Nancy Henry, Anna Wrobel and Jim Donnelly will read from their poetry Friday, October 21, 2011 at 7:O0 PM 160 Water Street in Hallowell.
Light refreshments served. Suggested contribution: $3.
For further information call Ted Bookey at 685-3636

Victoria’s Own Secret

55 BC Crassus and the Roman army gods
Pursued the Parthian across the Euphrates
The unconquerable Roman machine
Reaching the far side, was ardent
For bloodshed
Of the usual immense proportions
As they drew near
Monolithic in their imperial discipline
The Parathions commenced barbaric racket
Unfurling banners of bright silk
A stuff never before seen by Roman eyes
These gaudy battle standards,
Whipping in the river-breeze
Totally unnerved the Romans
They were transfixed
And melted into blood before them
Helplessly enthralled
Made impotent by these draperies of the gods
Crassus, his son, and twenty thousand
in the shadow of that delicate stuff
spun by a worm.

Women know this
instinctively.
—Nancy Henry

Regret (for Yehuda Amichai)

I had the great Hebrew poet before me
In all his ancient lustiness
Looking at me like he would
Have me for dessert

He’d finished his reading
And seemed so willing to stay
And speak to a woman’s eyes
To nourish the aging warrior

I had the great Hebrew poet before me
But so sick and scared was I then
That I followed your distant and
Angry back out of the room instead

—Anna Bat-Chai Wrobel

Untitled

A country should be a place you could walk
End to end in a day. Luxemburg is one
And Brooklyn. You could hitch, drive or walk
America like Kerouac did but never know
Her look or in her eyes. I want a plot of
Ground to call my country. I want to run an old
Work shirt up a pole and call it a flag.

—Jim Donnelly