“Slow Children at Play” by Cecilia Woloch
Poetry 180: A Poem a Day for American High Schools, Hosted by Billy Collins, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2001-2003
Slow Children at Play
All the quick children have gone inside, called by their mothers to hurry-up-wash-your-hands honey-dinner’s-getting-cold, just-wait-till-your-father-gets-home- and only the slow children out on the lawns, marking off paths between fireflies, making soft little sounds with their mouths, ohs, that glow and go out and glow. And their slow mothers flickering, pale in the dusk, watching them turn in the gentle air, watching them twirling, their arms spread wide, thinking, These are my children, thinking, Where is their dinner? Where has their father gone?
From Late, 2004
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About the Poet
Cecilia Woloch (1956- ) is the author of six poetry collections, as well as a chapbook and a novel, Sur la Route (Quale Press, 2015). Born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, and raised in rural Kentucky, poet Cecilia Woloch earned a BA at Transylvania University and an MFA at Antioch University, Los Angeles.
Learn more about Cecilia Woloch at The Poetry Foundation.