Emily Wilson Poems
|1.||Disseminate Birds Over Water||7/21/2014|
|2.||Fish Rises, Dark Brown Muscle Turns Over||7/21/2014|
|4.||Scratchings Among The Burnings||7/21/2014|
|5.||Threshed Blue, Cardings, Dim Tonsils||7/21/2014|
|6.||Wind Thumbs Through Woods||7/21/2014|
|9.||The Sky Is The Lost Orpheum||7/21/2014|
|11.||Houses Among Us||7/21/2014|
|14.||A Friend Like You||5/21/2007|
The mordants in their noise,
the night transports.
A means of coming to
the switchyard of the tongue.
To have once
set such store by
Not changed toward
something of my own.
The towns raised chaffed
seas to ground them.
In that frieze before
storm you went on.
Effigy loomed out
of cornfield. Future
inside its trussed forms.
Sparrows swiveling the feeder
so the seed whorls
so the dove can come from its fix
in the waver of cedars.
Some one makes a husk note
that a pair can flare into as if
built from that scutch
of the undergrowth—
roughening birds, birds skimming into