W.S. Merwin
I remember that I am falling
That I am the reason
And that my words are the garment of what I shall never be
Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy
from the book
The Second Four Books of Poems /
Copper Canyon Press
What Sparks Poetry is a new, serialized feature in which we invite poets to explore experiences and ideas that spark new poems. In the first series, The Poems of Others, our editors pay homage to the poems that led them to write.
- June 16, 2019
Lee Ann Roripaugh
the hunger of trying to hold back
the hunger a little bit longer
the hunger of restraint and pullback
- June 15, 2019
Henk Rossouw
I was the sea-foam kid bruises on my face
with a school tie copied from the British
and knotted like a garrote.
- June 14, 2019
Brett Shaw
A filament fused. Director says,
the hips should draw down. The spine stairways,
a column of clouds.
- June 13, 2019
Giovanni Pascoli (translated from the Italian by Geoffrey Brock)
Hide what is far from my eyes,
pale fog, impalpable gray
vapor climbing the light...
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