Niobe at Nieborów A Roman bust of Niobe, said to have been found on the coast of the Azov Sea, greets guests at a palace near Warsaw. What waves what storms and cries of terns at dawn-- like voices of your dead children-- what clocks of stars measured your ages by the sea Niobe? Music echoes in the tiled hall-- a fugue of swans and snowstorms wars and harvests. From the towers of Nieborow Aries and Capricorn caress the opulence of her cheeks the stone fruits of her lips but Niobe remains a planet ringed with sorrow. What light on lilac buds beside the long allée what cuckoo’s song or pomegranates from the orangery could comfort you passionate mother of the dead? Architects, builders of palaces, and musicians from their measured arts bring joy. But Niobe’s wounds ponder the algebra of our winters equations of ice dissolving in the void algorithms of ancient tears on the shores of new seasons. Stephanie Kraft Stephanie Kraft was a newspaper reporter for forty years. One of the highlights of her career was an opportunity to travel to Poland, where she witnessed the end of the Communist era and the economic renaissance that followed. She has published translations of two major Polish novels and is currently at work on a third. Her poems have appeared in Christian Century, The Prose Poem Project, Dappled Things, Cold Mountain Review, and Sky Island Journal. She lives in Amherst, Massachusetts.
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