For telephones of the “old-fashioned” kind, the kind with the coiled cord, from Poetry 180, edited by Billy Collins.
from The Cord / by Leanne O’Sullivan
And these were the elements of my Mother,
the earthed wire, the burning cable,
as if she flowed into the room with
me to somehow say, Stay where I can reach you.
More on silence. Or, “Moore” on silence. No Marianne Moore yet?! Fathers and daughters: here’s a quote from her father, below. More/Moore here:
from Silence / by Marianne Moore b. 1887
“The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence;
not in silence, but restraint.”
From Marjorie Seiffert’s daughter. Mothers and daughters.
from The Price of Peace / by Helen Seiffert Pryor
I have spent it all,
Flung away reticence, remorse, despair,
And the grayness comes creeping in
For Leonora Carrington’s painting. And, mothers and daughters.
from Baby Giant / by Michele Pizarro Harman
For your birth,
a river-rush basket
lined in fleece,
and knots of pillows
stitched in birds.
Mothers and daughters. Thank you for all you leave behind for us. Today, visiting with Mother? And, Anne, who always needed you.
from Where I Live / by Maxine Kumin
landlocked seas I swim in.
I used to pick bouquets
for her, framed them
with leaves. Schmutzige
she said, holding me close
to scrub my streaky face.
Mothers and daughters.
from Momentum / by Cherri Randall
I’m filled with wonder for the things I know
that defy verse, that fill my daughter’s gaze.
Mothers and daughters. from Mother, / by Nicelle Davis
Through you I am born
again, again, again. In a gathering of light.