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,
Poems by Sallie Bingham
Desert Bighorn
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
Cast on Water
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