![]() Anne Harding Woodworth '65 is the author of two books of poetry and, most recently, a chapbook, Up from the Root Cellar. Her novella in verse, Spare Parts, is forthcoming in 2008. Woodworth's poems have been published or are forthcoming in U.S. and Canadian journals, such as TriQuarterly, Painted Bride Quarterly, Cimarron Review, and Antigonish Review, as well as at several sites on line. She has an MFA in poetry from Fairleigh Dickinson and is a member of the Poetry Board at the Folger Shakespeare Library, Washington, D.C.
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André Kertész, Photographer
wherever he is. Not the Eiffel Tower, the bridge that severs it. Not the fork, the fork’s shadow on the table. From inside he looks out and down at roofs and shutters faded turquoise in black and white. He is the warrior’s prosthesis detached, absenting himself from rain-soaked sidewalks that distort reflections of pedestrians in fedoras. Then deeper into a space enclosed by walls, he seeks the angles from incandescent lights and naked women, undulants in Coney Island mirrors. Whose outsized midriff is that? Whose bulbous calf is curving like a spoon? Whose arm within the paddles of a kitchen fan? And where do all the bodies sing? or sleep? Soon he’ll stay inside for good and look toward the warm enclosing chairs, and at the end he’ll lay his head against the crochet’d antimacassars.
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