Allison Grayhurst





            Lovers of winter

weep for the strange

constellation that

gave birth to their



            Notes of music rise

like a boy

from the river

giving air to a free



            I remember

how well & true

your lips established mine

with their tenderness


            There beside you,

mute & marvelling, we should have

given less

to the shadows . . .


            for the firedogs have

crept into the rainwater,

and your smile

splits the cloudbanks

no more



Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst


For Every Rain Cover 5



First published in “Chicago Record Magazine” June 2017




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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.”

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