(Poetry diary 110) The last images of this “December 7” poem by Kate Greenstreet have been haunting me today.  I don’t “get” the poem, but I recognize the feeling in it that one gets from, during a time of trauma, running into someone one used to know.

I’ve also been looking for poems about Pearl Harbor, in honor of this Remembrance Day.  Walter McDonald has written a few. One:

The Winter They Bombed Pearl Harbor

Walter McDonald


The winter they bombed Pearl Harbor,

my brother finally let me follow

up the deepest snow drift in the town.

Each blizzard whipped between two homes.

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