Out of the Silence

By Gloria Fox

These poems, written when the author was in her seventies and eighties, recall the joys and sadness of earlier times, life as a widow after nearly sixty years of marriage, and the emotions that overwhelmed her after the death of her husband. Ultimately, these are contemplations on a loving, fulfilling, and in many ways, remarkable life.

Gloria Fox was born and raised in Ontario, Canada, but has been a long-time resident of New York City. She began writing prose and poetry after her husband died in 2007, and she went on to write a memoir, One More Time: A Journey of Love and Loss, which was published in 2016. This is her first collection of poems.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 9, 2018
• ISBN: 9781984535979

Gloria Fox

Gloria Fox was raised in Ontario, Canada, but moved to New York City as a teenager to study classical piano at the Juilliard School. While at Juilliard, she met Sylvan Fox, a fellow student with whom she would share a wonderful marriage of almost sixty years. Although music remained important to both of them, they pursued other professional goals, he as a distinguished journalist and she as a psychiatric nurse and educator. She continues to work part time in nursing education. They have an adult daughter, Erica. Sylvans career and their love of travel took them to places around the world, including for extended stays in Saigon and Jerusalem. However, they returned to New York in their later years, and Gloria continues to live here today. Gloria began spending more time writing prose and poetry after her husband died in 2007, and went on to write a memoir, One More Time: A Journey or Love and Loss, which was published in 2016. This is her first collection of poems.

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Copyright © 2018 by Gloria Fox.

Library of Congress Control Number:              2018906475

ISBN:                  Hardcover                                 978-1-9845-3224-4

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Rev. date: 08/06/2018

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Contents

Stone House

Silence

Dream of Flying

Disturbance

Wind

To My Father

Apology

If I Open the Shutters

Is It Spring Again?

Milestones

Once

Conversation

Greetings

His Words

Listening

Photo of a Journalist

Remember

Trio

Seeing a Room

12th Street

Unrealized

Walking

Untitled

When He Died

A Memory

Playing Brahms

Hearing Brahms

Performance

Remembering Music

The Keyboard

Program Notes

Awakening

As a Rational Person

Night Vision

Breaking News

Differences

Entrapped

Waiting

On Loneliness

In Memoriam

Now

On Death

Passages

Preamble to Leaving

Rondo

Summer Place

Tesserae

The Last One

Today

Winter Visit

Travel

I Have No Tale

Brief Thoughts

But

Cat

Dirge

Dissociation

Identity

Memoir

Nonverbal Communication

Not Alone

Over Time

The Past Flowed Smoothly

Widowhood

Where I Walked

Loss of Me

The Words I Chose

Are You There?

Seeing a Room

Waiting

What Was Witnessed

Stone House

My childhood home was a house of stone,

cold stone against the greater cold

of a brutal northern climate.

My home was a house of building blocks

hammered from a rocky terrain,

unyielding, silent, impenetrable.

Rock dominated the landscape,

formed hillocks, circled the lakes,

battled trees for a place on the soil,

endured the sun and endless snow

and enclosed me in its domain.

Small stones born of rock—

so different from their origins—

drew me to their simple beauty.

Polished smooth by the weight and water of eons,

they survived in infinite shapes

and colorations of gray and white,

mysterious black striations,

and