Biography of Emily Wilson
Emily Wilson was born in Ohio and grew up in Maine; she was educated at Harvard University and the University of Iowa Writers’ Workshop. Her collections of poetry include The Keep (2001); Morpho terrestre (2006), a limited-edition book with prints by Sara Langworthy; and Micrographia (2009). Poet James Galvin noted in the Boston Review that Wilson’s poetry matches “wildness of diction with precision of sense.”
Emily Wilson Poems
The mordants in their noise, the night transports.
Sparrows swiveling the feeder so the seed whorls so the dove can come from its fix in the waver of cedars.
Native it seems to no part of the North American continent but some islets off
A Friend Like You
A friend like you to Be there by my side when others are Criticizing me and Doubting me. You are there with me
Houses Among Us
Houses among us. Houses making the fields grow leathery at dusk. Who are the rivers.
Spruce of the dark Ontarian orchards, spoor of the interior,
The Sky Is The Lost Orpheum
The shelter of it carved, caved Across the river, the park and the little Ferris wheel closed down
struck of a gold no a citrine volt that this is it's so real
To bear you in mind. To be jammed in your saffrons. The abasement of these ditches
Wind Thumbs Through Woods
slant hand of beech leaves shag of oaks before water When did you go missing from me?
Threshed Blue, Cardings, Dim Tonsils
stripped batting of cloud glimpsed ligaments dusk coming up under
Scratchings Among The Burnings
clouds in rafts above, upon one another, pushed up along the margin of sky dark underbellies
Barely discerned clouds Hard, hard to get here what worth, what worth
Fish Rises, Dark Brown Muscle Turns Over
rings diminish, duck reflects flight then threads off Long branch of land, rusted oaks smoldering fawn shore, grasses bare scripts of green
Barely discerned clouds
Hard, hard to get here
what worth, what worth
River of steel.
River of no one becoming you.
Trees that are emptier today, more forced in their forms
To focus on them is to be made glad of them in their
The earth extrudes through them toward emptiness