From no nowhere not near the sea
on blue field flax
the cemetery’s absolutely solitary
you and you and a third
of a pound of bread
for supper in the refectory
where I would die of hunger
if you–if soon–if on this unday–one
undoing would be undone
Unday, Fanny Howe
“Bewilderment,” she writes in The Wedding Dress (2003), is both “a poetics and a politics”: “I have developed this idea from living in the world and also through testing it out in my poems and through the characters in my fiction?—women and children, and even the occasional man, who rushed backwards and forwards within an irreconcilable set of imperatives.”
Fanny Howe, The Art of Poetry No. 118
