Thursday, 10 December 2020


Beatriz Dujovne

Gaslights do their luring in the dark. 
Orange auras, veiled faces, 
widows’ silhouettes in serpentine 
procession along the riverfront.

The glow carves nostalgia 
from the foliage. Horse-drawn 
carriages, women in corsets, 
curvaceous dresses, 
hair piled into crowns.
Prague? London? 
Buenos Aires perhaps.

His absence and I sit on a bench 
under yellow reflections broken by 
swaying leaves, embracing and 
sharing this immense grief,
saying goodbye again. 

A gentle rain soaks us
in dreamy, romantic,
exquisitely brief fog.

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Beatriz Dujovne is a licensed psychologist with a private psychotherapy practice. She is the author of In Strangers’ Arms: The Magic of the Tango (McFarland, 2011) and Don’t Be Sad After I’m Gone (McFarland, forthcoming) and has published numerous articles in peer-reviewed psychoanalytic journals. Her poems have recently appeared in January ReviewFront Porch ReviewPoetica Review, and Amethyst Review.


  1. So few perfectly chosen words conjure such a vivid poignancy. This: "His absence and I sit on a bench." Wow.