Terrance Hayes, “Snow for Wallace Stevens”
No one living a snowed-in life
can sleep without a blindfold.
Light is the lion that comes down to drink.
I know tink and tank and tunk-a-tunk-tunk
holds nearly the same sound as a bottle.
Drink and drank and drunk-a-drunk-drunk,
light is the lion that comes down.
This song is for the wise man who avenges
by building his city in snow.
For his decorations in a nigger cemetery.
How, with pipes of winter
lining his cognition, does someone learn
to bring a sentence to its knees?
Who is not more than his limitations?
Who is not the blood in a wine barrel
and the wine as well? I too, having lost faith
in language, have placed my faith in language.
Thus, I have a capacity for love without
forgiveness. This song is for my foe,
the clean-shaven, gray-suited, gray patron
of Hartford, the emperor of whiteness
blue as a body made of snow.
Terrance Hayes won the 2010 National Book Award for poetry for his fourth collection, Lighthead. Other poems in this collection include “The Golden Shovel” (Poetry Daily), “God Is an American” (Guernica), and “Carp Poem” (Konundrum Engine).
Several other poems were published in Poetry, including “Mystic Bounce,” “Cocktails with Orpheus,” and “New Folk.” And you can find more at the Academy of American Poets website: “Lighthead’s Guide to the Galaxy,” plus audio recordings of Shakur and “Liner Notes to an Imaginary Playlist.”
18 November 2010 | poetry |
Christian Wiman, “Small Prayer in a Hard Wind”
As through a long-abandoned half-standing house
only someone lost could find,which, with its paneless windows and sagging crossbeams,
its hundred crevices in which a hundred creatures hoard and nest,seems both ghost of the life that happened there
and living spirit of this wasted place,wind seeks and sings every wound in the wood
that is open enough to receive it,shatter me God into my thousand sounds…
Every Riven Thing is the third collection of poems by Christian Wiman, the editor of Poetry. It also includes “Five Houses Down” (The New Yorker), “Gone for the Day, She Is the Day” (The Christian Century), and “Love Is the Word” and two poems that originally appeared in The Atlantic: “From a Window.”
Wiman is also an accomplished essayist; at the American Scholar website you’ll find “Gazing Into the Abyss” and “Hive of Nerves,” and I might also recommend “Milton in Guatemala” from Ambition and Survival: Becoming a Poet.
7 November 2010 | poetry |
Our Endless and Proper Work is my new book with Belt Publishing about starting (and sticking to) a productive writing practice. 
