Poems by Sallie Bingham

LITTLE CANDLESTICK (For My Mother) In scarcity, what bliss, brought by the voice that commanded it, unmothering mother, brave to give lessons instead of love: this little silver candlestick, bent,   

By the river mechanically rushing its brown waters from the great turbines, he stands carefully on polished rocks, surveys the waves with a dark pensiveness that bears no relation to   

The North Atlantic
was not my country.
Its wild waves crashed
unregarding of the small girl
at their edge, who knew only
the soft brown Ohio hurrying