O C T O B E R 1 9 9 9
by Andreas Karavis
Hear David Solway read this poem (in RealAudio).
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Also by David Solway:
My Mother's Chess (1981)
My Daughter at Chess (1997)
The black olive
shakes the cup of the morning glory
like a fisherman swirling his cognac glass
to catch the early sun
and the small bee
sports little Turkish pants of pollen
snitched from his campaign
among the geraniums.
spinning in the baby's bassinet
means no harm
and will not hurt him.
Andrew Karavis lives on the Aegean island of Lipsi. David Solway is the author of several books of poems, including Chess Pieces (1999).
Copyright © 1999 by The Atlantic Monthly Company. All rights reserved.
The Atlantic Monthly; October 1999; Morning; Volume 284, No. 4; page 78.