“Alice Rose George is very very a woman. Each follicle, synapse and platelet is deeply feminine. Her poetry walks in beauty like the night. Her Two Eyes reflect the universe in each line she writes, and the blind see.”
—Duane Michals
Two Eyes
Cedar Forge Press (Dexter, MI), June 9, 2015.
Ah Icarus
Hey, towheaded boy,
here, out of the sky
drop
the basket of stars and flowers
and lay your loincloth over the chair.
I have room for you in my bed.
It is sweet ther way the wind blows.
I have dreamed of you many nights
driving up the dark sky, reciting,
to stay awake, an old man's poem.
Ceiling of the World
Spuyten Duyvil (New York, NY), 1995
Poem (excerpt)
... as I turn, lights
go out of focus. There is a departure call.
The end seems so near. My hand flies up
to catch a lost celebration balloon
and hangs on. I am carried by chariot.
I hear songs in the ceiling of the world.
Frederic, On Leaving (excerpt)
Through the open door
Sunday morning piano strains
come with birds into my bed.
Then again rain; now a grey light.,
Not because of that, but just because:
it's time to go home.
Readings from Two Eyes
Recorded by Edward Tree, November 3, 2016, San Gabriel CA.