by Paula Goldman
after Monet’s Impression, Sunrise (1873)
Each morning when the sun streams
into the bedroom from the lake,
I see Monet’s Impression, Sunrise.
How he did it in one sitting! No,
he was standing at a window
overlooking the harbor at Le Havre. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
by Paula Goldman
having sex.
Continue reading
by Paula Goldman
The stone stands its ground,
Worn away turning
in the whirls of surf,
chuffed to the beach, sun-
drenched, rain-washed,
a map of injuries. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
