Voices: I Need a Place to Go in My Own Directionby Bert Stern
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I Need a Place to Go in My Own Direction
Snow devils like dervishes dance across stubble,
In April, Persephone spills in hordes dumb buds
At home, I hear the quick click of a young girl’s heels
The not-knowing of flower and girl and leaves
So I subtract from the day the pathos
This world’s so solid I can’t touch it.
Bert Stern is Milligan Professor Emeritus of English and lives in Somerville, MA.