The Final Stanzas of Marie Howe’s “Magdelene—The Seven Devils”
I adore these closing stanzas from this poem by Marie Howe:
For months I dreamt of knucklebones and roots,
the slabs of sidewalk pushed up like crooked teeth by what grew underneath.
The underneath —that was the first devil.
It was always with me.
And that I didn’t think you — if I told you — would understand any of this —
She is one of those all-too-rare poets who can read her work with a fluidity and a clarity that doesn’t sound forced. You really ought to listen to her read the other poems we recorded and produced for this week’s show, “The Poetry of Ordinary Time.” It was such an honor to edit and produce. Please share them with your loved ones!