I just… Sigh…

I had a weird summer.

Here’s some of the assigned readings from the contemporary poetry course I took in my last semester (which, by the way, just ended). They are .pdf files, and you’ll have to rotate some of them in order to read comfortably.

Rita Dove – Parsley

“we lie down screaming as rain punches through
and we come up green.”

“Poe eschews the art house in favor of American Pie 2. Bravo,
Poe intones after a fart joke, Bravisimo. Poe is pelted with
Milk Duds, dissolves into his seat, leaving in his place an
empty bucket of popcorn and a tiny origami swan.”

“But given the kind of agitation I feel
when I think of what I used to simply take as mine
I plainly lack the gift of
Dividing memories of home from the house itself”

“a solitary drop of rain contained in an icicle:
a single cancerous cell & every grain of sand, realigned
until a footprint appears.”

“How many times I have noticed
My heart a dead metaphor
Cut up and dumped in the frozen lake”

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