Fanny Howe

Blue river, icy sunk
where something but nobody fell

Now theology is necessary
for the way there are these holes & questions

Père Noël, whose presents like questions
come from the mind:
Let me be helpless & hopeless this coming year

let me know God and not feel fear

Winter tones are rose & glass
the sun as false as all nostalgias
If this world isn’t good enough for us
then an afterlife won’t be enough

***
Dry is the word for a life of solitude
But a flood would be like a two-faced friend

one thing in a virgin forest, another in a garden
bed

As the moon is an alien rock
one who has attended history intact

is only an ornament

–Fanny Howe, from “Lines Out to Silence”

I’ve been a fan of Fanny and of her poetry for a long time. Just recently I realized I have never posted any of her work here, so this is long overdue.

5 Replies to “Fanny Howe”

  1. Diana Johnson says:

    I like this…at once seeing yet knowing everything to be revealed will be through third eye.

  2. Lovely poem. The icy, serene winter photo is a pleasing accompaniment.

  3. Diana, Great comment. Thank you Stephanie for your words. Fanny is talented and such a good person, one of those poets who has supported so many others. Glad you both connected too.

  4. What a wonderful poet! I am not familiar with her work so I am going to go looking.

    Thank you.

  5. M, She is very prolific–you’ll enjoy this search.

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