← v10n1, Spring 2011
Poetry · Volume 10, Number 1

At Hald Hovedgaard Estate-Whist

Always I think of wistfulness:

a word called woe-mood, Vemod,

in this language.

Woe-mood of the antique lamp,

antique light. A game by candlelight

and underneath the table

I keep thinking that we’ll have to stop.

It’s in the way we hold the cards up,

closer every hand, to our faces.