The Corner

World

An edgeless bird

Made of words

Passes above the yard.

Dense as a hoof,

Skids from the roof

A block of numbers, falling, striking hard.

In the water tank

Stirs, with a clank,

A serpent, gorged on images, and sleeping.

Thy will, Thy will be done,

Though this administration of the sun

Sees Rachel once more weeping

But now for comfort turning

To electric vermin burning

Through her Comforter –

I loved You through it all.

I love You, yet I wait

Inside the slick, the quicksand plasma gate.

— From the February 10, 2014, issue of National Review.

Sarah Ruden’s most recent books are the extensively revised second edition of her Aeneid translation and her new translation of the Gospels.

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