Dorianne Laux

June 12, 2014 Laux Dorianne


Poem beginning with a line from Gwendolyn Brooks


I am not deceived, I do not think it is still summer. I

see the leaves turning on their stems. I am

not oblivious to the sun as it lowers on its stem, not

fooled by the clock holding off, not deceived

by the weight of its tired hands holding forth. I

do not think my dead will return.  They will not do

what I ask of them.  Even if I plead on my knees.  Not

even if I kiss their photographs or think

of them as I touch the things they left me.  It

isn’t possible to raise them from their beds, is

it?  Even if I push the dirt away with my bare hands? Still-

ness, unearth their faces.  Bring me the last dahlias of summer.

Dorianne Laux’s Only As The Day Is Long: New and Selected, is forthcoming from W. W. Norton January, 2019. Her most recent collections are Facts About the Moon and The Book of Men.