Jan Schreiber ~ Brookline Poet Laureate 2015-17
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  • Poems by Jan Schreiber
    • Acoustics
    • Now Winter Nights Enlarge
    • A Little Patter
    • The Inventory
    • Cormorants
    • The Road to Nowhere
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Now Winter Nights Enlarge

When did you last observe me? I am growing
sullen and coherent in this place
and see too much.  Outside the house the rain
began without foreboding. It is late.
Now in your speech
I hear the wordless energy of change,
the bodied silence that completes belief.
The temperature has fallen in the night.
The wind is up.
There is nowhere to walk but in the weather.

Last night I watched your forehead as you slept.
Judge if I have no certainty of loss.
Judge. It is snowing now all through the house.

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