Poetry Issue 13

   Issue # 13 : January - March 2011

Amy Wright

To have done

             Every spring the fields are cleaned of stones and every spring
            the field expels more stones. Dido hadn’t time enough or space
                   to clear them, she who was known to be not susceptible
              fueled the ships that fueled his going, gave and was given under
                    in the city she ruled over. Dido’s fire ignites compassion
           the bloom some day to remember Here too there are tears for things