Beauty Has a Thousand Faces: Selected Poems
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Grace Andreacchi
Grace Andreacchi was born and raised in New York City but has lived on the far side of the great ocean for many years—sometimes in Paris, sometimes Berlin, and nowadays in London. Works include the novels Scarabocchio and Poetry and Fear (Andromache Books), Give my Heart Ease, which received the New American Writing Award, and Music for Glass Orchestra. Stories and poetry appear in both online and print journals. Her work can be viewed at graceandreacchi.com.
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Beauty Has a Thousand Faces - Grace Andreacchi
DAYS OF GRACE
The days of grace are coming
The days of sorrow cannot last
Already on the horizon
great galleons, treasure-laden
are driving golden clouds before the mast
Already the sky is a new colour
never once seen by man
The wind from the west blows sweeter
Ruffles your hair with a loving hand
The birds have fallen silent
listening for what is about to be
At night the stars are falling
like handfuls of quiet confetti into the sea
Now is the time to watch
Take a deep breath
Take my hand
The days of sorrow are nearly ended
The days of grace are at hand
THE THREE WITCHES
I saw three witches under a tree
Millicent, Mellicent, Rose-marie,
I saw three witches under a tree
They were as wicked as wicked can be
Sing Millicent Mellicent Mary.
The first one had a silver spoon
Millicent, Mellicent, Rose-marie
The first one had a silver spoon
to sup the stars and the waning moon
Sing Millicent Mellicent Mary.
The next one had a silver ring
Millicent, Mellicent, Rose-marie
The next one had a silver ring
It turned on her finger and started to sing:
Millicent Mellicent Mary.
The third one had a silver eye
Millicent, Mellicent, Rose-marie
the third one had a silver eye
that froze my blood before I could cry
Millicent Mellicent Mary.
MESSSALINA’S MONKEY
I sleep in her bed
red silken cords
bind my hands and feet
If I scream she tightens them
She feeds me sugared almonds
beetles dipped in honey
I drink from her cup
and entertain the gentlemen at dinner
most of my tricks are pornographic
my mistress never laughs
TO A NIGHTINGALE
A bell in winter sounding over snow,
A narrow bark upon a fretted sea
That leaps, turns, rises to the glow;
A rose blue mantle spreading over me.
A piece of glass that glitters in the throat,
A knot of blood, a little crimson thread
Silken taut from earth to the remote
Stars that circle round thy starry head.
A single petal fallen in the sun
Of golden glory afternoons of love;
A web of smoke by faery-spiders spun
To catch poor hapless flies in toils of love.
Shut away alone in my dark night
A ray of light.
SONNET TO ORPHEUS
Raindrops halt in mid-air. Snow
cannot fall nor wave break,
All slow
and silent for his sake.
The lion leaves his prey
half-eaten. The babe at the breast
leaves off suck and cry.
The wind cannot sigh.
Birds on the wing, small mice,
Leaves and lizards lie.
The stars in their fiery dance
stand still in the sky.
While under earth the Shadows in a ring
draw nigh to hear Him sing.
IT’S A DUCK’S LIFE
Say what you will,
It’s certainly a duck’s life
Now that’s a life!
Paddle around all day
Nothing to do but play
in the glass green ripples
Nibble at reeds and little fishes
Chase fat crumbs of bread
Speak your mind a-loud!
Stand on your head
and wiggle your tail at your wife.
No wonder everyone wishes
for a duck’s life.
(OR WOULD YOU RATHER BE A) SWAN
Beautiful serene mysterious
Dressed in white, mute, imperious
I never paddle but appear to drift.
I have a gift for sculptural poses
The clatter of my open wing
will steal your breath.
Bold-eyed, I sing
at the approach of death.
EMILY
Tender to flowers, but not to cats, Aunt Emily drowns four ‘superfluous’ kittens in a barrel of pickle brine in the Homestead cellar. – Lyndall Gordon, Lives Like Loaded Guns, Emily Dickinson and Her Family's Feuds
I.
Four soft superfluous pussycats
Came to play with me
In the cellar here alone
With just Eternity.