Reginald Shepherd Poems
- Drawing From Life Look: I am building absence out of this ...
- My Mother Was No White Dove no dove at all, coo-rooing ...
- You, Therefore You are like me, you will die too, but not ...
- A Muse He winds through the party like wind, one of the just...
- Orpheus Plays The Bronx When I was ten (no, younger than ...
- Even This At that time I didn't understand snow, the absence...
- Blue See my colors fall apart? Green to yellow with just one...
an American poet, born in New York City and raised in the Bronx. He died of cancer in Penascola, Florida, in 2008.
Shepherd graduated from Bennington College in 1988, and received MFAs from Brown University and the University of Iowa, where he attended the prestigious Iowa Writers Workshop. He subsequently taught at Northern Illinois University and Cornell University. In his last year at the University of Iowa, he received the "Discovery" prize from the 92nd Street Y, and his first collection, Some Are Drowning (1994), was chosen by Carolyn Forché for the Association of Writers & Writing Programs' Award in Poetry.
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Drawing From Life
Look: I am building absence
out of this room's air, I'm reading suppositions into
summer's script snarled on a varnished floor.
It looks like a man. That knot's his hand
waving good-bye, that stippled stripe of grain's
the stacked-up vertebrae of his turned back.
Small birds (sparrows or finches, or perhaps)
are cluttering the trees with blackened ornaments (burning
in the remnant light of August eight o'clock), and noises
I can't hear. Chirring there, chittering. The window's closed.
I am assembling a lack of sound
in this locked box, and dotting ...