TCR Holiday Special 1998
||Since 1977, Gil has
lived in Travelers Rest, South Carolina. As his contribution to the holidays, he
reads us a poem from his book Commandments at Eleven.
from And Then
we found her presents
scattered like bright ashes
in the lost corners of drawers
behind old blankets
on weary shelves, under the bed
once high enough to hide us.
We put them under the cold star
and when the clock struck
Christmas they said Shirts Gloves Sweaters
as if she had known
only these things could speak on the threshold
of our dull houses now and then.
The Cortland Review