Hello and welcome! Saluton kaj bonvenon!

I am working on a second book of poems and on a narrative poem set in Nova Scotia in the 1940s and 50s. With my other hand I’m writing a book about Esperanto and the dream of a universal language. Opinions, verse and anecdotes welcome. My most recent books are The Hills of Holland: Poems (Archer) and Emma Lazarus (Nextbook/Schocken).

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eschor@princeton.edu

Come down, my heart

Come down, my heart,
what do you
see from there?
Here’s winter, here’s
a ladder.

I see the sad angels
five days on,
the eve of Adam,
grey wells
of their eyes

snow falling,
falling snow

a lighthouse
or an obelisk

and your remains–
laddered flesh,
splintered bones.

This is hard
my heart, I thought
I’d always
have you.

Years I went
by the name
of heart

for fear –
no, certain–

you would turn me out
until the day I found

a window
open, in it

neither glass
nor curtain.