Winter 2011 • Vol. XXXIII No. 1 Poetry |

My Beautiful Soul

It is the beggar who thanks me profusely for the dollar. It is a boat of such beggars sinking beneath the weight of this one's thanking. It is the bath growing cold around the crippled woman calling to someone in another room. And the arthritic children in the park picking dust off summer speck by speck while a bored nurse watches. The wind has toppled the telescope over onto the lawn: So much for stars. It is some water lilies and a skull in a decorative pond, and the tiny goldfish swimming like an animated change purse made of brightness and surprises through its empty eye. Thank you, thank you, bless you, beautiful lady with your beautiful soul … It is as if I have tossed a postcard of the ocean into the ocean. My stupid dollar, my beautiful soul. 

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Laura Kasischke has published eight collections of poetry. She received the National Book Critics Circle Award for Poetry in 2011 for Space, in Chains (Copper Canyon). She teaches at the University of Michigan.

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