The Window, at the Moment of Flame

Posted in Uncategorized by Sean Holton on September 11, 2010
By Alicia Ostriker

And all this while I have been playing with toys
A toy power station a toy automobile a house of blocks

And all this while far off in other lands
Thousands and thousands, millions and millions—

You know—you see the pictures
Women carrying their bony infants

Men sobbing over graves
Buildings sculpted by explosion

Earth wasted bare and rotten—
And all this while I have been shopping, I have

Been let us say free
And do they hate me for it

Do they hate me
                            From Poetry After 9-11: An Anthology of New York Poets

                            last year's post: How to write a poem after September 11th

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  1. rebeany said, on September 13, 2010 at 3:21 pm

    beautiful poem. it was quite a day. i wrote about my version of it on my blog – – a semi-up-front-and-personal version.

    hope you are doing well. i check in her every week.


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