The old lace-maker makes another pass,
In abstract lines she plots the same old graph—
She takes the stripes of age and weaves the scars,
As tender as the veins upon a leaf.
She squints a bit, rejoicing in misprision,
Is trampled down by children into mud.
The things we keep, the things we throw away,
In all the fine evasions, in between
We make provisions, we make love, we talk;
As it reveals a house, a tree, the sun
We sorted through your father’s case of stamps—
Each one of these had planned to travel far,
These leaves have ruined from the tree and rot
Written in ardour, bitterness, or hope
Vague shapes of dread, within the attic gloom,
Though once the object of a fervent wish,
The mayflies scrawl on air their sanguine mark,
Outside, the sun completes his endless climb,
Jakob Ziguras was born in Poland, in 1977, to Polish and Greek parents. He came to Australia in 1984. He studied fine arts before completing a doctorate in philosophy at the University of Sydney. His poetry has been published in Meanjin, Australian Poetry Journal, Mascara, Measure: A Review of Formal Poetry and Australian Love Poems 2013. His first collection, Chains of Snow, is published by Pitt Street Poetry. He was a finalist in the Newcastle Poetry Prize in 2011 and 2012 and won the 2011 Harri Jones Memorial Prize. He lives in the Blue Mountains and teaches philosophy at the University of Notre Dame.
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