Poems by Ellen Bryant Voigt

The Last Class

Winter Field





I made a large mistake I left my house I went into the world it was not
the most perilous hostile part but I couldnít tell among the people there

who needed what no tracks in the snow no boot pointed toward me or away
no snow as in my dooryard only the many currents of self-doubt I clung

to my own life raft I had room on it for only me youíre not surprised
it grew smaller and smaller or maybe I grew larger and heavier

but donít you think Iím doing better in this regard I try to do better

From HEADWATERS (W.W. Norton, 2013)