← v10n1, Spring 2011Poetry · Volume 10, Number 1
At Hald Hovedgaard Estate-Medieval Writing Desk
The guest whose father has died
describes his last gasp—huhp,
she says, breathing in quickly.
What kind of talk is that?
(It is only one person at table
who hears.) The writing desk
There is a blotter, and some writing
still depressed in it. “The image,
however good, however Godlike,
is not God,” it will be revealed,
later that night, by the rubbing
they shush over it.
