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The warble of melting snow is the river
is the bleat of the sandhill crane
is the hush of the autonomous mind of the flame above the canyon
is the cow drinking water from mud is the cow and the word cow
is the deckled face in the overhang of stone
is the bone weathered into wood
is the wood weathered to stone
is the sentence
is the moment that longs to be the sentence hidden in a sentence
is the legislated road is the grass is the grass
is the nerve that runs from socket to wrist
is the common knowledge of aperture and speed
is the hole to be yawned into its origin the stone that says
the impulse of water is the moss against
is the growing in spite of
by Emily Lee Luan
Originally published in Poem-a-Day on October 18, 2023, by the Academy of American Poets
Hear the poet read this poem aloud here
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Jen Levitt, from “Dunes”
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praying for the liberation of Sudan. x
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In those days I could fold the sky up and store it
in a closet. With every heave of my chest
the universe seemed to expand. In those days
the rope of the moon floating on the surface
of the water was a kind of hope. I hardly noticed
the bird’s song limping from its broken nest,
hardly noticed the last star struggling against
the dawn until the sun betrayed it. Why do
we notice so little? Does the river suffer when
you plunge your hand into it? Does the wind suffer
when it snags itself on a branch? Maybe that’s why
we close our eyes to kiss. I think each night was just
the bandage I used to cover the deep cuts of His words.
Don’t turn away. Don’t imagine you know the story.
Our lives are just dreams someone sold to the
highest bidder. I thought my own words could
trample the stars. I thought my name would nest
in the future and take flight. But there was only
that dusk of blackbirds. It’s all just Fate settling
like dust in the attics of our deeds.
Richard Jackson, from “The Apology of Judas”, Resonance
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Czesław Miłosz, “Ars Poetica?”
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Maggie Nelson, from The Argonauts
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the same city by Terrance Hayes
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song by Adrienne Rich
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any common desolation by Ellen Bass
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David Whyte in conversation with Krista Tippett, On Being [transcript in ALT]
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Robert Wood Lynn, “On My Way Home from the Hospital”
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Robert Moore (American Impressionist)
‘Progressions’
Oil on Canvas, 2017, private collection.
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— Zaffar Kunial, “Foxglove Country,” from England’s Green, reprinted & discussed here at the Guardian
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Sally Wen Mao, from The Kenyon Review (Mar/Apr 2020)
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