Poetry Month

It Was Raining In Delft  
by Peter Gizzi

A cornerstone. Marble pilings. Curbstones and brick. 
I saw rooftops. The sun after a rain shower. 
Liz, there are children in clumsy jackets. Cobblestones 
         and the sun now in a curbside pool. 
I will call in an hour where you are sleeping. I’ve been walking 
         for 7 hrs on yr name day. 
Dead, I am calling you now. 
There are colonnades. Yellow wrappers in the square. 
Just what you’d suspect: a market with flowers and matrons, 
         handbags. 
Beauty walks this world. It ages everything. 
I am far and I am an animal and I am just another I-am poem, 
         a we-see poem, a they-love poem. 
The green. All the different windows. 
There is so much stone here. And grass. So beautiful each 
         translucent electric blade. 
And the noise. Cheers folding into traffic. These things. 
         Things that have been already said many times:
leaf, zipper, sparrow, lintel, scarf, window shade.