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Anne Babson Carter’s poetry has appeared in The Nation, The Paris Review, Theology Today, The Christian Century, The Western Humanities Review<\/em> and Borderlands<\/em>, among other journals. Her collection of poems, Strike Root<\/em> won the Four Way Book Prize for a first volume of poetry and was published by that press.<\/p>\n

In addition to Strike Root<\/em>, the poem, “Cobb’s Barns,” was included in the anthology, The<\/em> Poetry of Solitude: A Tribute to Edward<\/em> Hopper<\/em>, edited by Gail Levin for Universe Books. A second poem, “Undivided Measure,” was set to music for mixed chorus and organ by American composer, Stephen Paulus and given a world premiere at The House of Hope Presbyterian Church in St. Paul, MN.<\/p>\n

Also known as Jill, the author served as poetry consultant to the Creative Center for the Arts in New York City, and has taught at various educational institutions in NY, NJ, GA, CT, VT and MA, including Gloucester High School. She has twice been a Fellow of the Yaddo Corporation in Saratoga Springs, NY.<\/p>\n

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Three Elegies <\/strong><\/p>\n

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1.<\/p>\n

Before these days of bright rapidity<\/p>\n

I longed for you for longer than an afternoon.<\/p>\n

This must be why<\/p>\n

for as long as possible<\/p>\n

I sit on this bench thinking of you<\/p>\n

of how it would be<\/p>\n

to sit so close<\/p>\n

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on the still-warm base<\/p>\n

of Bunker Hill’s monument,<\/p>\n

that your bare forearm,<\/p>\n

resting against my unresisting breast,<\/p>\n

releases corridors of pent-up time<\/p>\n

from the long-unspent surfaces<\/p>\n

of my so-unguarded body.<\/p>\n

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I feel it now. There is no stasis.<\/p>\n

Minutes sift overhead<\/p>\n

like filigrees of gold leaf<\/p>\n

like this sky dropping fire<\/p>\n

behind Boston, obscuring Charlestown.<\/p>\n

If I go to you at 4 o’clock,<\/p>\n

nothing abstract will pass between us again.<\/p>\n

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2.<\/p>\n

My tears water this summer.<\/p>\n

They are countless.<\/p>\n

Wherever I walk<\/p>\n

they are before me,<\/p>\n

wetting everything I touch.<\/p>\n

I have an ocean of tears in me.<\/p>\n

They take no thought,<\/p>\n

and blur the Aspen<\/p>\n

I won’t see turn in September.<\/p>\n

I want to ask<\/p>\n

why no one sees them?<\/p>\n

Please, let them fill<\/p>\n

their purpose,<\/p>\n

then dry to salt,<\/p>\n

enough for all the horses.<\/p>\n

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3.<\/p>\n

After the snows, will it only be in April that we stand on Commonwealth Avenue<\/p>\n

in the pale sunshine of earliest Spring and realize these beguiling hours must end?<\/p>\n

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Should I be surprised, as the snows withdraw and the shade trees leaf, the moment<\/p>\n

we stood on the Annisquam porch and began, without consent, is in us still?<\/p>\n

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For those brave and temporal months, we burned inside our separate realities —<\/p>\n

guileless to the endings beginnings inevitably cause; I could not understand why<\/p>\n

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the numbers of hearts you already accept, precluded mine.<\/p>\n

Now, as each slow-gaited hour unfurls across Commonwealth Avenue<\/p>\n

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in the hard cold of yet another incipient Spring, will it always be in April<\/p>\n

that I remember to live without the other, is an earth empty of desire.<\/p>\n

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