Obscure poets
Puerto Rican Jewish poet and activist Aurora Levins Morales' poem “Red Sea”, at the end of the article...
https://jewishcurrents.org/we-cannot-cross-until-we-carry-each-other
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aurora_Levins_Morales
https://jewishcurrents.org/we-cannot-cross-until-we-carry-each-other
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aurora_Levins_Morales
Here's this for what it's worth, but I don't think anybody really gives a shit...
https://libertiesjournal.com/online-articles/post-election-symposium-and-a-poem-with-hamze-awawde-zack-beauchamp-francesca-dannunzio-shay-khatiri-jessica-pishko-matthew-sitman-a-e-stallings-rafia-zakaria/
https://libertiesjournal.com/online-articles/post-election-symposium-and-a-poem-with-hamze-awawde-zack-beauchamp-francesca-dannunzio-shay-khatiri-jessica-pishko-matthew-sitman-a-e-stallings-rafia-zakaria/
MidnightSonneteer said:Here's this for what it's worth, but I don't think anybody really gives a shit...
https://libertiesjournal.com/online-articles/post-election-symposium-and-a-poem-with-hamze-awawde-zack-beauchamp-francesca-dannunzio-shay-khatiri-jessica-pishko-matthew-sitman-a-e-stallings-rafia-zakaria/
They do.
https://libertiesjournal.com/online-articles/post-election-symposium-and-a-poem-with-hamze-awawde-zack-beauchamp-francesca-dannunzio-shay-khatiri-jessica-pishko-matthew-sitman-a-e-stallings-rafia-zakaria/
They do.
Bull's-Eye
Along the Pojoaque, cottonwoods form a swerving river of gold—
a plumber’s daughter returned your call to say her father died—
that moment slipped like water between your fingers—
like light yellowing during an annular eclipse before it whitens into daylight—
you tremble at the surge of yellow-gold light at your fingertips—
the stretch of desire in your body like stringing a bow—
you love how she gathers herself then gazes point-blank into your eyes—
a Himalayan crane’s-bill opens violet flower after flower before the oncoming frost—
at Troy, you ignored the ruins and marvelled at how silt from two rivers had distanced the sea—
they brag at building the largest sandcastle on a beach—
you grieve at the thought of deep-sea mining—
we pick a few blood-red strawberries among the desiccating leaves—
as sunlight heats a wall, you see how red petunias in a pot survive a freeze—
water rises in a stone fountain and spills over the rim—
you drink the candlelight before shimmering into flame—
you take off, like a shaggy coat, what the world thinks and warm yourself at an outdoor fire—
nocking an arrow, you thrill at the anticipation that spreads to your fingertips—
you fly straight into the bull’s-eye of the day—
~ Arthur Sze, Recipient of the Library of Congress Awards Bobbitt Poetry Prize
Published in the print edition of the July 8 & 15, 2024, issue, with the headline “Bull’s-Eye.”
You can hear him read it here: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2024/07/08/bulls-eye-arthur-sze-poem
Along the Pojoaque, cottonwoods form a swerving river of gold—
a plumber’s daughter returned your call to say her father died—
that moment slipped like water between your fingers—
like light yellowing during an annular eclipse before it whitens into daylight—
you tremble at the surge of yellow-gold light at your fingertips—
the stretch of desire in your body like stringing a bow—
you love how she gathers herself then gazes point-blank into your eyes—
a Himalayan crane’s-bill opens violet flower after flower before the oncoming frost—
at Troy, you ignored the ruins and marvelled at how silt from two rivers had distanced the sea—
they brag at building the largest sandcastle on a beach—
you grieve at the thought of deep-sea mining—
we pick a few blood-red strawberries among the desiccating leaves—
as sunlight heats a wall, you see how red petunias in a pot survive a freeze—
water rises in a stone fountain and spills over the rim—
you drink the candlelight before shimmering into flame—
you take off, like a shaggy coat, what the world thinks and warm yourself at an outdoor fire—
nocking an arrow, you thrill at the anticipation that spreads to your fingertips—
you fly straight into the bull’s-eye of the day—
~ Arthur Sze, Recipient of the Library of Congress Awards Bobbitt Poetry Prize
Published in the print edition of the July 8 & 15, 2024, issue, with the headline “Bull’s-Eye.”
You can hear him read it here: https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2024/07/08/bulls-eye-arthur-sze-poem
