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Baj always carried an enormous cardboard mailing tube, filled with musical scores carefully rolled inside, bedecked with signatures so billowing and rolling you thought an ocean wind had blown through them and filled their once-flat sails.
Prison guards with too … [Read the rest...] “O House | Rebecca Pyle”
A house, they say, has
Jewelry: study its doorknobs, its hinges.
Get out of the way, says Death—you are wasting
My time!
There is a joke men like to tell.
What is the difference between
A woman and a lady?… [Read the rest...] “Jewelrylessness | Rebecca Pyle”
They had thought
Of me, this night before the prom.
Had seen my beauteous dress.
She might lose it, it’s your lavalier,
Said her mother, then
What? At least if you would lose it—
Lavalier, why, may I … [Read the rest...] “The Diamond Lavalier | Rebecca Pyle”
He wore one himself, Shakespeare did, in one picture,
One earring, dim old-knew gold.
I remember that earring
More than his face
Or his collar. Why bother
With such a
Nubbin?
Jung said
Metals
Represent guilt:
But—-Shakespeare’s? More likely he … [Read the rest...] “Earring | Rebecca Pyle”
Ophelia owns them—-
A brace of bracelets, an
Alphabet of exploration.
Like boats looking as if they are
About to go over
The edge of
Oceans. Never-return. Bracelets
Were Ophelia. And still are—-
Full circle belonged to queens. Shakespeare himself … [Read the rest...] “Ophelia’s Bracelets | Rebecca Pyle”
Once we all believed in rings:
One summer I still believed all
Shakespeare’s sonnets were written in the fever
Of love, to one woman,
Who was real.
I read them all, that summer, that sonnet summer.
I was still hanging … [Read the rest...] “Rings | Rebecca Pyle”
