Selected Poems of Arlen Riley Wilson

Quiet Lady


I am not sure these rumors are about
A place that's real or not, nor is it likely
I will ever know. Inquiring out loud
About such things would be a mark
Of....what? Ingratitude. Come closer though.

They say that ordinary women there
Could walk outside at night without fear.
I try to imagine what it would be like
To see the moon through branches
While my heels click down a street.
I cannot finish the thought.

I know our dangers are the price we pay
For freedom. This has been explained to me.

Then on the other hand they say
This far-off place has freedom
But no maddened poor.

I know
This isn't right. That's not the way
We're made. It's lies.
Still just to see
How it would feel I think yes
I would like to go there once
Before I die.



An Easter Song
Poem Beginning With a Line from Horace
To the Tune of Derry Air
On almost deciding that
it's too bad prefrontal lobotomies
are out of style especially for mothers
Hymn to the Democratic Party
Announcement 1969
For a Ladies's Magazine

Holistic Remedy
Our Lady of Outer Space
Is The Body of My Enemy my Enemy?
Save Your Breath
To the Persian Gulf: Thanks
Old Woman on the Beach
Quiet Lady

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