Poetry  August 2012 | issue 440

Selected Poems

by Sarah Freligh

SARAH FRELIGH is the author of Sort of Gone, a book of poems that follow the rise and fall of a fictional baseball pitcher named Al Stepansky, and her work has been featured on Garrison Keillor’s radio show The Writer’s Almanac. She lives in Rochester, New York, with two cats the size of small dogs.

Wondrous

 

I’m driving home from school when the radio talk
turns to E.B. White, his birthday, and I exit
the here and now of the freeway at rush hour,

travel back into the past, where my mother is reading
to my sister and me the part about Charlotte laying her eggs
and dying, and though this is the fifth time Charlotte

has died, my mother is crying again, and we’re laughing
at her because we know nothing of loss and its sad math,
how every subtraction is exponential, how each grief

multiplies the one preceding it, how the author tried
seventeen times to record the words She died alone
without crying, seventeen takes and a short walk during

which he called himself ridiculous, a grown man crying
for a spider he’d spun out of the silk thread of invention —
wondrous how those words would come back and make

him cry, and, yes, wondrous to hear my mother’s voice
ten years after the day she died — the catch, the rasp,
the gathering up before she could say to us, I’m ok.

 

 

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