Poetry of Nancy Starrels
The Search
Peek into cupboards, under saucers,
Watch the crevices of stairs.
Look under rugs, under beds, under chairs.
Thrust your arms hard into sofa’s insides,
Feel the brittle straw with care.
Be wary of armchairs and cozy pillows,
Be strong and happy naming fears:
Somewhere it is: want to find it!
From Personal & Impersonal
© 1959 by Terrain Gallery
“Nancy Starrels sends questioning arrows into her own thought. . . . [They] are in fine motion in The Search. The metre has true breathlessness.”
—Eli Siegel
From Preface to Personal & Impersonal