George Szirtes

Our servants were invisible. They ran about with heavy trunks containing their own lives. When we tipped them they glowed like embers.


Sometimes we wanted rain. We knew the right people. They’d come running with their dry excuses. It was the excuses that we really wanted.

From George Szirtes.

Categorized as Passages

By Peter

After stints as a trial lawyer and a church worker, Peter Stephens has settled in as a Virginia high school English teacher. Peter has read several books and poems. He wrote none of the posts below filed under "Passages." Click the link at the end of each post to see it in the context of the author's original post.