Forrest Gander Poems
- The Ark Upon His Shoulders My husband did all this.We used to...
- The Tinajera Notebook ...
- The Moment When Your Name Is P... This high up, the ...
- Voiced Stops Summer's sweet theatrum! The boy lunges ...
- The Thousand Somethings Of Som... Could have been otherwise...
- Abscess Good morning kiss. Their teeth glance. Clack of ...
- Citrus Freeze To the north, along Orange Blossom Trail, ...
Forrest Gander (born 1956) is an American poet, essayist, novelist, critic, and translator.
Born in the Mojave Desert, he grew up in Virginia and has degrees in geology, a subject referenced frequently in both his poems and essays, and English literature. He spent significant periods in San Francisco, California, Dolores Hidalgo, Mexico, and Eureka Springs, Arkansas, before moving to Providence, Rhode Island. A writer in multiple genres, Gander is noted for his collaborations with photographers such as Sally Mann and Graciela Iturbide and with the dancers Eiko & Koma. He is a United States Artists Rockefeller Fellow and the recipient of fellowships from the Library of Congress, the ... more »
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The Ark Upon His Shoulders
My husband did all this.We used to live
in a rambling kind of house with gossipy verandas.
Then he bought a stove, an iron stovewith a reservoir to it.
He always insisted it was bad luckto come in that door
and go out the other. It's bad luck to pay back salt
if you borrow it.To the day he died
he smelled pulled up from the dirt. He worked
the Norfolk Southern forty years walking on top
of freight trains. I've seen him up there
and the wind just blowing--you could see the wind
blowing his clothes.
Our second househe built it.
Cut me a yard broom from ...