Thursday, 28 November 2024

One Poem by Howard Sage

 




Rouen



Here
where Jeanne D'Arc
found
death
where Monet turned colour
loose
from
the Church in
these streets
where
Jeanne
looked her
last looks
at
cowed faces
in
brown-framed windows
I see
no signs of
wrenching
breath
just tours and a modern church
mocking
the only spot
alive.






Howard Sage edited and published Pulp magazine, which received several CCLM grants. One of the issues included his interview with Ralph Ellison. One of his poems won a first prize in the Greenburgh, N.Y. annual poetry contest. 

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