The Pigeons of Shiraz by Miriam Sagan

I’m delighted to have five poems appear in “Modern Literature.” Check it out–


the pigeons of Shiraz
have one black wing
one white
are marked
as if by the calligrapher’s hand
must wheel towards G-d

the pigeons of Manhattan
swell with iridescent
smell of soot
build nests of detritus
must wheel towards G-d

I held a metaphor
like a smooth stone
close to my heart

when I awoke
I could see the inside of the rose.

This poem was written after a visit to my friend Baro’s new pigeon flock. Thinking of New York, too, today.

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