Thursday, September 5, 2013

There Is a Yearbook

There Is a Yearbook

Everyone you love is in it.
It is only one page,
the photos and names

are decoupaged, one over the other,
the surface is dark and glossy in spots.

It’s too heavy to lift.


  1. The title captured me right away, and I was totally caught up all the way through. So true.

  2. Hannah, This has a beautiful, compact completeness. Having been a reader of your blog for about a year, I've recently sensed your work moving in a new direction--the element of metaphysical inquiry seems more pronounced and at the same time I feel a kind of interpretive restraint, a willingness to offer up resonant images/scenarios without pinning specific meanings to them. Well, I'm not sure if this is precisely what's new, but I guess I just want to say: I sense some shift, some fresh current, and I say "brava" for it! Best, Audrey

    1. I really, really, really appreciate this, Audrey. I feel a slight shift, too...your comment is very insightful and helpful to me! Thank you.

  3. I've always admired how much depth you put below your words, allowing us to keep scratching at the surface to uncover more meaning. Wonderful poem.

    Goldsworthy is one of my absolute favorites!


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