Hullo

By Wendy Videlock b. 1961 Wendy Videlock
The word, the stone,
the ringing phone,
the part of me
that wants to be alone,

the vow of silence
in the reeds;
God descends
in ravenese.

The vinegar tasters
dip their fingers,
make their faces:
stoic, bitter,

strangely sweet.
The seeker leaves
for Bangladesh,
the prophets check

for signs of theft,
the singers sing
for what is left.
The children breathe.

Come of age.
Search the faces
for a taste of
what's to come:

the widening road,
the row your boat,
he choked with weeds,
the rabbit hole.

This holding on.

The word, the stone,
the ringing phone.
The part of we
that answers when alone.

Source: Poetry (March 2007).

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This poem originally appeared in the March 2007 issue of Poetry magazine

March 2007
 Wendy  Videlock

Biography

Wendy Videlock is the author of the chapbook What’s That Supposed to Mean (2010) and the full-length collections The Dark Gnu and Other Poems 7 (2013) and Nevertheless (2011). Known for poems that evoke myth, fairy tale, and the natural world, Videlock has also received praise for her deft command of meter. In an interview with the Colorado Poets Center, Videlock noted that, for her “the iamb is really just another of the many . . .

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Living, Time & Brevity, Religion, Faith & Doubt

POET’S REGION U.S., Northwestern

Poetic Terms Ballad

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