A strong, creative assortment from considered one of America's most beneficial poets
. . .There’s
a trembling contained in the either one of us,
there’s a trembling, inside of us both
The territory of Reconnaissance is one the place morals threaten to develop into basically “what the sunshine falls through,” “suffering [seems] in reality for nothing,” and perhaps “all we do is all we will be able to do.” within the face of this, Carl Phillips, reconsidering and unraveling what we expect we all know, maps out the contours of an international in revision, the place fact lies captured at one second and on the subsequent is going unfastened, remodeled. those are poems of searing good looks, lit via wish and shadowed through it, from a poet whose paintings “reinstates the opportunity of discovering that means in an international that's endlessly able to revoke the resources of which means in our lives” (Jonathan Farmer, Slate).
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Conquest. And, through no matter what identify, the glittering slaves that continually keep on with conquest, like a bridal educate. How flushed the bride seems to be, pulling your damaged face —not untenderly—toward hers, much less damaged. DELICATELY, sluggish, the area COMES again Usefulness, skinny as figment, yet sturdier, solid adequate, might prove the only present I’ve been capable of provide, that I didn’t take again. So? The bamboo does its folding and unfolding factor besides, below the wind, throughout, over it. tough to claim how the elements that harm in existence, such a lot of them, ever come to cross. The wild puppy in my head that I hold for corporation, that I’d been informed may possibly now not be tamed, that's why i wished him, i believe, or i believe so now, turns into day-by-day extra tractable: I elevate my hand; he particularly falls underneath it. half me says I’m the incorrect solution, whereas the opposite says no, possibly simply tougher, the more durable one to settle on. The puppy appears up at me, then speedy away. lovely quickly, I’ll have damaged him. Little prize; little bit of trophy. —And what is going to usefulness be then? sufficient, TOM idiot, NOW SLEEP It’s as though the ocean may possibly pay attention, may be listening now, although that’s very unlikely; i do know. Like sure faces, their method of blurring without delay ceremonial, flat, civilian—then they transparent, skies underneath which the leaves spiraled like what appeared like perpetually, mapling even the steeper shafts in reminiscence, elements the sunshine all yet overlooked, retains missing … Husbandry seems to were, if demanding, then no longer the toughest factor: i will be able to care; I’ve cared. If by no means rather rescue—nowhere close to as blue as that—then no less than reprieve, whispering What the heavenly fuck are these tears for? in recent times that, too, turns out most unlikely. I don’t see any tears. What I see: a fox paw for a paperweight; the nineteenth century as random taxidermied sparrow—domed in glass, mid-flight … perhaps no longer the wings, this time; no longer the underwings, both. Dare me to stick. I’ll remain. in the meantime, AND besides in a different way, what of empathy, or any method to get there: upriver, after which what? Leaves, or the burst and fall of them, or simply the stripped-by-now branches—comes to all an analogous: fake witness, a scent like licorice, stolen seawater because it starts off to show, no matter what boy stumbles misplaced contained in the guy flickering virtually again, likelihood while it nonetheless lies smoldering, yet nowhere a wind but, not anything stirs, every little thing may possibly happen … simply, lazily, I sway. You have been correct, i feel; i used to be incorrect: attractiveness because the too-long- lacking counterweight to the staggered weightlessness of sorrow, regret—the outdated angers, too? Why now not? Ravens, horses; one other barn on fireplace— it used to suppose that lonely. Impenetrable, the good judgment through which I mistook your hand within the evening, final evening, for mine. HARNESS As for threat: I’ve held directly to him. And certain— I nonetheless trip, although he strikes extra slowly now, with anything similar to the grace that, over the years, promiscuity can appear to deliver with it, or—if we’re fortunate enough—defeat, after. He’s older, after all; we’re all older … Do you bear in mind predicting— even hoping, possibly— that i might be lonely the following, and remorse my selection?