Monica Sok
When she passes,
you will be stowed away
in the basement.
You will remind us of her,
you, loom, who have kept her company,
nonjudgmental witness to her secrets.
from the book
A Nail the Evening Hangs On /
Copper Canyon Press
What Sparks Poetry is a serialized feature in which we invite poets to explore experiences and ideas that spark new poems.
In our current series, Object Lessons, we’re thinking about the relationship between the experienced and imagined world. We have asked our editors and invited poets to present one of their own poems in combination with the object that inspired it, and to meditate on the magical journey from object to poem.
- August 6, 2020
Helena Boberg (translated from the Swedish by Johannes Göransson)
High summer rain
and blue
eyes, one of which
has darkened
- August 5, 2020
Walt Whitman
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.
- August 4, 2020
Maurice Riordan
I’ve this gut feeling that inside somewhere,
perched, so to speak, in the innermost wood
of my body or brain
- August 3, 2020
Sandra Lim
Make him come back, she said,
her voice like something brought up intact
from the cold center of a lake.
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