Today, I am sharing Emerson's interview with one of my mentors, poet Grace Cavalieri. Grace and Emerson spoke for Grace's long-running radio series (now podcast) "The Poet and The Poem."
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| Grace Cavalieri at the mic |
Bone
It was first dark when the plow turned it up.
Unsown, it came fleshless, mud-ruddled, nothing
but itself, the tendon’s bored eye threading
a ponderous needle. And yet the pocked fist
of one end dared what was undone
in the strewing, defied the mouth of the hound
that dropped it.
The whippoorwill began
again its dusk-borne mourning.
Read the rest at the Academy of American Poets.
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| Anastasia Suen is this week's Poetry Friday host. You will find all of the links at Booktalking. |
Hi Laura. I hope the revision 'stuff' is going beautifully. Thanks for sharing the poem, and about Claudia Emerson, new to me. Sad that she brought such beauty and left too early.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing about Claudia Emerson, Laura. I'm anxious to read her work. Hope your revisions are going well.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing great poem. So sorry she died yesterday.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this, Laura. She will be missed.
ReplyDeleteEmerson is new to me, Laura - but the poem you shared makes me want to read more.
ReplyDeleteShe's new to me, but thanks to you, her words will live on in my mind. I think we lost her way too soon...
ReplyDeleteI have this book, but didn't realize she died. Wasn't it put out by LSU press? I'm going to my poetry shelf to pull it out again. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteI am sad to hear this news. Thank you for letting us know, and celebrating her work. I believe some Poetry Friday person introduced her to me. Was it you? Like Margaret, I plan to go back to her work. Best wishes for your revision, and reading.
ReplyDeleteI read somewhere quite a while ago a snide little spot-on poke at the use of "bones" in contemporary American poetry--to the effect that if it includes a bone reference it must be good. I didn't know Claudia's work, but this one poem takes the teeth out of that critique--so earthed and mysterious and emotional.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Laura.