The Mind Is

Emily Wilson

several winding tubelets in an infrastructure flared corollas, violet-gray, chert-white amaryllis blooms a fused medusa at best, unto itself, a revolution just above ground turned into many kinds of lily from just one field up the road wig-like clumps of longish leaves intermittently smooth then like the Spanish banderas’ hovering pikes’ scarlet gauntlet spitting gasoline fire furled in sun, cut close for market transfer patterns or grass, the fair textile

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Black-and-white photographic portrait of Emily Wilson, poet

Emily Wilson is the author of three books of poems, most recently,  The Great Medieval Yellows (Canarium, 2015). She lives in Iowa City, Iowa, where she pursues a mix of poetry and visual arts.

New York, New York

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