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.
Native it seems to no part
of the North American continent
but some islets off
the rugged scarps of the Aleutians
in the loose entablatured cliffs
among dwarf-willow tips.
Known if at all by its silhouette
(we can know such things by their silhouettes)
the red-legged kittiwake