Thursday, November 8, 2018

Fall landscape and poetry

"I don’t know, but I do know that one thing that interests me is being in a landscape and trying to attach a language to something that you could never attach a language to."

An Interview with Michael McGriff at Poetry Daily

"My blood fills with so much iron I'm pulled
to a place in the hard earth where the wind 
grinds over the ridge bearing the wheels of tanker trucks 
oiling the access roads, where deer ruin the last of the plums, 
where the sloughs shrink back to their deepest channels, 
and I can turn away from nothing."

from Iron
by Michael McGriff

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