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Poem – Robert Lowell’s Day by BZ Niditch April 5, 2015

Posted by vscorpiozine in Boston, BZ Niditch, poems, poetry, Veteran Poets.
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On birthdays we make truces
and forget the dark side
of our cornered memories
adding stars to our losses
with two holes for eyes
on lives of bottled conversations
the pale moon over us
under shivering elms
our shadowed gestures
by lanterns
on Boston’s
old city luminary streets
with lamps to our histories
in shapeless words
will turn over into verse
you encouraged me
here on twisted sidewalks
of brick underfoot
to keep writing
mo matter how blank
the night is before us
as a church chimes to us
in a rudderless life
the March wind glimmers
as we eat at Dante’s
on Beacon Hill
as the frozen twigs
are no longer bewitched
by  the iced Frog pond
and birds rise for the spring
by Boston Common
with a siren’s taxi’s cry
illuminating your face
for posterity.


 B.Z. NIDITCH is a poet, playwright, fiction writer and teacher.

His work is widely published in journals and magazines throughout the world, including:Columbia: A Magazine of Poetry and Art; The Literary Review; Denver Quarterly; HawaiiReview; LeGuepard (France); Kadmos (France); Prism International; Jejune (Czech Republic); Leopold Bloom (Budapest);  Antioch Review; and Prairie Schooner, among others. His latest poetry collections are “Lorca at Sevilla”,”Captive Cities.”

He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts.



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