Hurry
by Marie Howe
We stop at the dry cleaners and the grocery store
and the gas station and the green market and
Hurry up honey, I say, hurry,
as she runs along two or three steps behind me
her blue jacket unzipped and her socks rolled down.
Where do I want her to hurry to? To her grave?
To mine? Where one day she might stand all grown?
Today, when all the errands are finally done, I say to her,
Honey I’m sorry I keep saying Hurry—
you walk ahead of me. You be the mother.
And, Hurry up, she says, over her shoulder, looking
back at me, laughing. Hurry up now darling, she says,
hurry, hurry, taking the house keys from my hands.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Inscription. by Walt Whitman
- To Beatrice Stuart–Wortley Ætat poem – Alfred Austin
- Epigram—The Keekin Glass by Robert Burns
- Exit by Rita Dove
- A Pastiche For Eve by Weldon Kees
- Ок Мельникова – Всё будет
- Otho The Great – Act V poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Ленинградская блокада
- He Made This Screen by Marianne Moore
- Нина Воронель – Снег
- The Fool Rings His Bells by Walter de la Mare
- The Other Two by Sylvia Plath
- 1926 by Weldon Kees
- The Princess (part 6) poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Еще Петербург
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
