Amy Clampitt Cold Poems
- 1. Easter Morning
a stone at dawn
cold water in the basin
these walls' rough plaster
imageless
... - 2. On The Disadvantages Of Central Heating
cold nights on the farm, a sock-shod
stove-warmed flatiron slid under
the covers, mornings a damascene-
sealed bizarrerie of fernwork
... - 3. A Hedge Of Rubber Trees
The West Village by then was changing; before long
the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge
would have slipped into trendier hands. She lived,
impervious to trends, behind a potted hedge of
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