Sing a Darkness
Slowly the fog did what fog does, eventually: it lifted, the wayveils tend to at some point in epic verse so that the hero cansee the divinity at work constantly behindall things mortal, or that’s the idea, anyway, I’m not saying I do or don’tbelieve that, I’m not even sure that belief can changeany of it, at least in terms of the facts of how, moment by moment, any life unfurls, we cancall it fate or call it just what happened, whathappens, while we’re busy trying to describe or explain what happens,how a mimosa tree caught growing close beside a housegets described as “hugging the house,” for example, as if an impulse to find affection everywheremade us have to put it there,a spell against indifference, as if that were the worst thing—is it?Isn’t it? The fog lifted.It was early spring, still.The dogwood brandished those pollen-laden buds that precede a flowering. History. What survives, or doesn’t.How the healthiest huddled, as much at leastas was possible, more closely together, to give the sick more room. How they mostly all died, all the same.I was nowhere I’d ever been before.Nothing mattered. I practiced standing as still as I could, for as long as I could.
“Sing a Darkness” from THEN THE WAR by Carl Phillips.
Published by Farrar, Straus and Giroux on February 1, 2022.
Copyright © 2022 by Carl Phillips.
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Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission.
Carl Phillips is the author of 16 books of poetry, including Then the War: And Selected Poems 2007-2020 (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, and Carcanet/UK, 2022) and Wild Is the Wind (FSG, 2018), which won the Los Angeles Times Book Prize. His new prose book, My Trade Is Mystery: Seven Meditations from a Life in Writing, is forthcoming from Yale University Press in September 2022. Phillips teaches at Washington University in St. Louis.
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