Rhea Côté Robbins Translations
143. On Wednesday
I hear the birds sing |
144. The Paris Dirt
The Paris Dirt |
146. Jesse Helps
Going to the cemetery. |
147. We Spread The Dirt
We spread the dirt |
Always Time For Grace
They say Grace’s Grace ran a comb (Tight White Collar) Jack, dharma bum Hollywood came to pay a call. |
Apples and Potatoes Someone had to peel Taking her life |
As If
graves without accents an unaccented life living without measure or worth and dying as if remains. I wonder at the touch Marking the names |
Bedroom Door, Painted White
finger prints 3-15-98 |
Beth Six men carried Her babies playing jokes Miniature man These children of hers |
Final Inspection
An expert seamstress, couseuse she was hired on She came home “Don't expect to do a hundred dozen a day here.” Your quotas “I already have scissors” she said “And You Buy Them.” She bought the scissors Final Inspection Scissors She, the seamstress, couseuse inspecting finally Deciding which shirts to return to the woman-maker who sews Tension mounts for the seamstress final inspector Faster, Faster, Faster. to her |
Jesse’s Sunbeam
Jesse touched a sunbeam |
My Father Was A Farmer
My father His ancestral calling He understood He formed his rows on hills He always planted for the birds. |
My Mother’s Freedom
My line of 4-25-94 |
Oil Can Harry
The paper machine man |
Overhead
The moon June 16, 2006 |
Punctuation
A generation of meaning |
The Mill Worker Arises
The Mill whistle The telephone jangles freezing The crusader of industry Tiny, dwarfed, he Claiming the souls of the damned |
The Release
The release is an |
Sweat Shop Girls
Sweat Shop Girls Averages of Boss Timer Sweat Shop Girls Sweat Shop Girls |
The War In The Gulf
The Brutalities Luckily, women violentlessly Men, in lack of menses Futility at immortalities. Women bleed purposefully Men award each other medals for their blood sheds. Women bleed to give life Blood stains on a woman's clothes And she hesitates to show him her power He has had to go to war She wraps her pad in a tissue Compared. 4-21-97 |
The View From Flight 5410—Northwest—Memphis-to-Lafayette
What is a quilt? “There’s power in those quilts,” she warned me. I simply nodded yes. |
Legacy
Legacy How do I walk away from the curses learned The seed the old lady planted in my heart I carry her word-laden legacy...je te souhaite Like love actually. She told herself By me. Je te souhaite…memere… Je te souhaite les étoiles |