January 28, 2009


Afraid it sounds too much like poetry,
I start again climbing four hundred steps
in a foreign clime looking at views.

A woman descending tells me,
Be careful; they will knock you on the head
and take your gold.

Fearing they will not recognize
I wear no gold chains, I nonetheless
climb the stairs again and again.

—Carmi Soifer
a different version of this poem appeared in "Slow-Dancer", volume 26, 1991

Posted by dwaber at January 28, 2009 03:33 PM