|
William Slaughter is editor of Mudlark, an electronic journal of poetry and poetics, and author of The Politics of My Heart and Untold Stories, books of poems and essays. His work has been published in magazines ranging from Poetry (Chicago) to Exquisite Corpse in the United States; Malahat Review, Prism International, and Fiddlehead in Canada; Critical Quarterly (England), Poetry Australia, Frank (France), and Peoples Daily in China, for example. He teaches at the University of North Florida, has had Fulbrights to China and Egypt, and has taught at the Florida State University London Study Center.
|
|
| |
from My Cavafy Poem
All alone up here,
hero and victim.
Even Cavafy
had to have an address,
if he wanted to be
found, and he did.
10 Rue Lepsius,
Alexandria, Egypt,
was his last.
Upstairs.
The whores,
who moved in
beneath him,
gave the house
what respectability
it had. More
than a poet could.
They called
out the windows
to passers-by.
Every now and then
they got an angel
to come in.
So did Cavafy.
|
|
|
Chagall, The Poet,
or Half-Past Three
Selections
|
|