{"id":2285,"date":"2012-08-10T19:06:40","date_gmt":"2012-08-10T23:06:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/?p=2285"},"modified":"2016-02-12T10:05:33","modified_gmt":"2016-02-12T14:05:33","slug":"dorianne-laux-the-rising","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/2012\/08\/10\/dorianne-laux-the-rising\/","title":{"rendered":"Dorianne Laux, “The Rising”"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Dorianne
\nJohn Campbell<\/font><\/p>\n

\n

The pregnant mare at rest in the field
\nthe moment we drove by decided
\nto stand up, rolled her massive body
\nsideways over the pasture grass,
\ngathered her latticed spine, curved ribs
\nbetween the hanging pots of flesh,
\nhaunches straining, knee bones bent
\non the bent grass cleaved
\nastride the earth she pushed against
\nto life the brindled breast, the architecture
\nof the neck, the anvil head, her burred mane
\ntossing flames as her forelegs unlatched in air
\nwhile her back legs, buried beneath her belly,
\nset each horny hoof in opposition
\nto the earth, a counterweight concentrated there,
\nand by a willful rump and switch of tail hauled up,
\nflank and fetlock, her beastly burden, seized
\nand rolled and wrenched and winched the wave
\nof her body, the grand totality of herself,
\nto stand upright in the depth of that field.
\nThe heaviness of gravity upon her.
\nThe strength of the mother.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

The Book of Men<\/i><\/a>, the fifth collection of Dorianne Laux<\/a>‘s poems, is the winner of the 2012 Paterson Poetry Prize. The book is dedicated to Philip Levine; the poem “Mine Own Phil Levine<\/a>” originally appeared in Valparaiso Poetry Review<\/i>. Orion<\/i> published “Juneau<\/a>” (as “Juneau Spring”) and “Roots<\/a>.” Willow Springs<\/i> published “Staff Sgt. Metz,” along with a short essay about its creation<\/a>.<\/p>\n

(In 2007, Beatrice<\/i> featured Laux’s “Moon in the Window<\/a>.”)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

John Campbell The pregnant mare at rest in the field the moment we drove by decided to stand up, rolled her massive body sideways over the pasture grass, gathered her latticed spine, curved ribs between the hanging pots of flesh, haunches straining, knee bones bent on the bent grass cleaved astride the earth she pushed […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2285"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2285"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2285\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3817,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2285\/revisions\/3817"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2285"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2285"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/beatrice.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2285"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}