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Column 597

Curtains

Intro by Ted Kooser
08.28.2016

Stu­art Dybek was born in Chica­go, where there are at least a cou­ple of hun­dred hotels a poet might stroll past, look­ing up at the win­dows. Here’s a poem from his book, Streets in Their Own Ink, from Far­rar, Strauss and Giroux. 

Curtains

Sometimes they are the only thing beautiful
about a hotel.
Like transients,
come winter they have a way of disappearing,
disguised as dirty light,
limp beside a puttied pane.
Then some April afternoon
a roomer jacks a window open,
a breeze intrudes,
resuscitates memory,
and suddenly they want to fly,
while men,
looking up from the street,
are deceived a moment
into thinking
a girl in an upper story
is waving.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2004 by Stuart Dybek, “Curtains,” (Streets in Their Own Ink, Farrar, Strauss and Giroux, 2004. Poem reprinted by permission of Stuart Dybek and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.