Collage of Seoul. Jae Newman
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Название: Collage of Seoul
Автор: Jae Newman
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Языкознание
Серия: Poiema Poetry Series
isbn: 9781498207256
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The Poiema Poetry Series
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Collage of Seoul
Poems by
Jae Newman
COLLAGE OF SEOUL
The Poiema Poetry Series
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Jae Newman.
Collage of Seoul / Jae Newman.
88 p.; 23 cm—Includes bibliographical references and index.
The Poiema Poetry Series
ISBN 13: 978-1-4982-0724-9
1. American Poetry—21st Century I. Title II. Series
PS3725.A237 2015
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For Natasha
Loran
I never needed to find myself.
They did a good job at the orphanage.
Scooped up all my pieces, tied them
tightly with a cub scout knot.
It came as a surprise, one night,
to hear my heart create a second beat.
Listening on a stethoscope, I heard
its space: a limpid muscle, likely dead.
Even so, the loran, it ached. Like any explorer,
I know naming is part of the job.
Charting without genes, without you,
I find it hard to trust the maps and stars
of other men. If I follow anything,
may it be the sound I cannot hear,
the feeling causing me to stand, the needle
blistering back and forth
as we meet behind my river nerve:
a thousand candles floating in paper boats.
Apartment Near Airport
Soft words folded into envelopes of prayer.
The dogs hear it first.
Not my prayer, but the sound
of shadows in the neighboring trees.
I can feel the shadow of the engine
before I hear it.
Body at rest, I wrestle with God,
nurse wounds in the dark.
Bracing for the heavy presence of the plane,
I cringe in its sound, crawl out
holding wings while steel hips rust
to reveal a man who was never a child,
a man who wanders airports alone at night
attracted to the ebb and flow of runways,
where beneath the grindings of identity,
there’s comfort in the fading echo,
the tail of the plane vanishing
into layers of mysterious clouds.
Unnamed
To know you never named me is to know
why I must name my life away in words, in waiting.
I went to the library, one day, and traced a peninsula,
Korea, into my sketch book.
I wonder if, later, you ever picked a name for me
while doing household chores,
hanging clothes along the Han River shore, or maybe
walking home from the port
with a bag full of fish, and soap
to wash your hands of burying my name in dirt.
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