Five Points, Vol. 18 No. 3
Summer 2018"I think for most poets, a poem “decides” on its own form, once it’s started, and that is equally true for poems in open form as for those that are metrical or syllabic." —Marilyn Hacker
Sample Content
Marilyn Hacker
from Calligraphies VIII
Wine, then a headache
at four in the morning. Not
Abu Nuwwas’ wine,
amorous and excessive.
One chaste glass was enough for
remorse and regrets,
the butyls and the triptans.
Delivery trucks
stall in the possible street,
where hope was, and a future.