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September 25-27, 2008 |
Hickory, N.C. |
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Thomas Meyer
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"Epithalamium"
Susan and Joseph are come
unto the garden
and under an arbor
vines of two stocks
knit their tent
so tightly none
can tell one's tendrils
from the other
hung heavy and purple
with grapes
days beyond them
turn to wine
"Guy Davenport (1927 - 2005)"
softly curled, shoulder
length, larkspur, look
swallows
circle her, her
foot lifts, thistle
down honey-thick
hides each ankle
apricots
scatter this wind-run
meadow
after her, her basket
and red sash
"Calico"
This mountain laurel
is an apron
whose
delicacy
is no silly frill
pink and girlish
but whose hem
takes up May.
"The Shore"
Imagine a lake
on whose far shore
your father
lies dying . . .
Imagine only
a bladder infection,
a night in the hospital,
intravenous antibiotics
—an aggressive approach.
My hand on his shoulder, then brow.
He opens his eyes
and stares at me.
Trying to lift himself,
I offer an arm
he refuses.
Imagine a lake,
forever to cross. |
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