“God blessed you with curly hair,”
my mother used to say
and dressed me like Shirley Temple.On my bare scalp, Australia,
a birthmark that hid
in the thicket of my hair.Unblessed in a downburst, I lost
my leafy summer, my lovely,
my crest, my crown.I sleep in a flannel nightcap.
My wig sleeps in a closet,
comb and brush in a drawer.I wake to a still life—
a clock that marks the hour
before it strikes.No skull on my desk.
Just a face in the mirror,
Copyright © 2017 by Chana Bloch
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission
Chana Bloch (1940-2017) was a poet, translator, scholar, and teacher. She was the author of five books of poems, six books of translation from Hebrew poetry, ancient and contemporary, and a critical study of George Herbert. She was Professor Emerita of English Literature and Creative Writing at Mills College, where she taught for many years and directed the Creative Writing Program.
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