The View from There
Where in the world
does my mother go, eyes
shut so tight her lower lashes
curl in toward a view
that's hers alone?
Yesterday she told
me—after the rains, the winds
came, and this morning
that's what they do.
does my mother go, eyes
shut so tight her lower lashes
curl in toward a view
that's hers alone?
Yesterday she told
me—after the rains, the winds
came, and this morning
that's what they do.
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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2017 by Pauletta Hansel, "The View from There," from Palindrome, (Dos Madres Press, 2017). Poem reprinted by permission of Pauletta Hansel and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.