Winter 1998 • Vol. XX No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 1998 |

Song of Separation 2

          Sunday morning in the market: A bright display of cherries and pears,       like a dozen peacocks sleeping.       These little generosities of love. Just off the brick path       hidden near the lilac bush,       a transcendence of tiger lilies. The chop chop chop of a knife--    basil, freshly picked from the garden:    A husband making dinner for his wife.             ∗ Such is the crazy babble of August nights:        The creaking of an empty house;    Bosnia's tribal violence         humming from the TV,         as he eats the meal            when his wife doesn't come home;             ∗    the ratchets, the whines of bugs;        his mind like a raven rasping        unsoftened by summer winds;   

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