Landscape with colossal kouros by Betsy Bonner

Poems

October 2008

Landscape with colossal kouros

Burke

was right!

Samos lay me down to sleep,
      thirty brown-stained fish in a yawning cove.
Weary of waves, urchins and cigarette butts,
      the abandoned lighthouse couldn’t care less

if we stay or go. Sirocco settles the matter
      for a ferry caught in horseshoe harbor.
Hailstones pummel Hera’s temple;
      wind plays shepherd huts like dropped stone flutes.

Stranded, I’m not sure whether to curse
      or thank the Furies—punishers of perjurers—
for another night in the arms of a man
      who cannot love me.

Sculptors of colossal kouroi inscribed
      not only a name in the statue’s thigh,
but for whom he was made. Vainly, I scan
      my lover’s body for a monogram.

Betsy Bonner is a teacher at the Pierrepont School in Westport, CT.

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