Recitative: Unto which of the Angels Said He at any Time

By Anne Babson

For unto which of the angels said he at any time, Thou art my Son, this day have I begotten thee? And again, I will be to him a Father, and he shall be to me a Son?” – Hebrews 1:5


How do you

Know how to

Shape my nose

With all the


Surgeons who

Stalk me with

Scalpels in

Their sweaty,


Practiced fists?

With all the

Thigh Masters

On the shelves

Of K-Mart,

How do you


My mother’s

Jutting hips?

In which of

The members

Of the cast

Of Charlie’s

Angels have

You remained


I strike my

Action pose


Defending my





Anne Babson, a Coney Island poet recently transplanted to Mississippi, was nominated for a Pushcart for work in The Haight-Ashbury Literary Journal and Illya’s Honey. She has won awards from Columbia, Atlanta Review, Grasslands Review, and other reviews. Her work has been published in the US, in England, Ireland, New Zealand, Australia, and Turkey. She was included in a British anthology of the best working American poets today entitled Seeds of Fire (Smokestack Books, 2008) and will be featured in another British Anthology forthcoming from Caparison E-Books entitled Emergency Verse. Her libretto for Su Lian Tan’s opera, Lotus Lives, debuted this year with Grammy-nominated orchestra Meridian Arts Enssemble. She has four chapbooks, over a hundred journal publications, and is featured on one compilation hip-hop CD – The Cornerstone (New Lew Music, 2007).  Catch her blog about her North-South culture shock at

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