Night, Museum Garden
by Kate Northrup
The statues here are like the living dead
or no, these are the ones stopped
--who cannot move about, moan
or walk—
suspended like this
in their continuing predicaments: the horse
in the far corner, startled,
rearing; the girl about to bathe, who turns
toward some interruption, the woman
seated beneath the cherry tree, looking away
from what may be a grave—
their faces this evening
mirror clearly
what they do not face
while over the wall
trees rustle. A few taxis
pass on the avenue, and further
the moon goes by, but again
silently, like a boat rowed over an empty pool.
Third person voice
Modernist-style, in that it focuses on things
strange form of one, two, or three line verses
spacey appearance on the page, as in ghostlike
three dashes
eerie tone
alliteration in “move about, moan”; “turns…interruption”; “trees…taxis”
No end rhyme, but internal rhyme in “away” and “grave”; “mirror clearly”.
Imagery in the “moon…like a boat rowed over an empty pool.”
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