Dan Chiasson Poems
- Tackle Football Snow up to our waists and coming down ...
- Effect Everything scatters as the night wears on: but you, ...
- The Elephant How to explain my heroic courtesy? I feel ...
- Cause Whitman wrote this, before he started writing ...
- Fist It is impossible for me to remember the cozy room I ...
- Sound, 2 A.M. A minute ago I was a child coughing: having ...
- Swifts Reality isn't one point in space. It isn't one moment...
Dan Chiasson (born 1971, in Burlington, Vermont) is an American poet and critic. His name is pronounced "chase-in."
He graduated summa cum laude from Amherst College (1993), and Harvard University, with a Ph.D in English.
He is currently an associate professor at Wellesley College. He lives in Wellesley, Massachusetts.
He is the poetry critic for The New Yorker, as well as a regular contributor to The New York Review of Books. He is advisory editor of the Paris Review.His poems have been translated into German by Jan Wagner, the selected poems have been published as "Naturgeschichte" at luxbooks, a publishing house focused on American poetry in bilingual ... more »
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Snow up to our waists and coming down still.
There was a field here once, when we began.
We marked the end zones and set up the goals.
Now nobody can even move, much less tackle.
I am Ganymede fleeing on a temple frieze.
We stand around like lovesick Neanderthals.
We're Pompeian before Pompeii was hot.
We have the aspect of the classic dead
Or of stranded, shivering astronauts.
It was early in the era of the pause button:
We paused and paused the afternoons away
Indoors, blasting our ballistic erections
At the blurred bikinis of celebrities,