Adam Fitzgerald Poems
- To A Boy Leading A Horse Under a shudder of sun A murmur of ...
- Saint Christopher Striated in folds, his red gown flows Like...
- Lady's Cummerbund Who is here and who will bother? It ...
- The Love Song Of Saint Sebasti... There would be nothing more ...
- Shams A leaf is scrolling in the dumb verb of your scalp, ...
- The Relay Station We sleep in private homes now, ...
- Time Being Let him walk home With a swallow and a Sunday ...
Adam Fitzgerald (born December 30, 1983) is an American poet. He is the author of The Late Parade, and his poetry has appeared in Boston Review, Fortnight Journal, Los Angeles Review of Books, Post Road, Rain Taxi, The Brooklyn Rail and many others. Fitzgerald is the founding editor of the poetry journal Maggy. He teaches at Rutgers University and The New School.
Adam Fitzgerald received his BA from Boston College and his MA from Boston University before earning his M.F.A. from the Columbia University. His first book of poetry, The Late Parade, was published by W.W. Norton/Liveright in 2013; the book has received positive reviews from John Ashbery and Harold Bloom, among other ... more »
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To A Boy Leading A Horse
Under a shudder of sun
A murmur of wood.
The opal sky impure as lead,
The air is gaunt and azure-sedged;
Combed with glass and mercury.
A marble tomb suspended.
Under the flesh of this sun
I fear for your tenderness, boy.
Though the wind is not more bronze
Than the crumpled ochre of your skin,
With the petal of your phallus
Outlined as the rest of your body
In chrome and creosote, your eyes imprinted
Wild with tarnished ash and flaking rock-flint —
What of you is permanent?
A gash of
Shadow leaks above your chin, ...