After Magritte / Rae Armantrout






As a child,
I was abandoned

in a story
made of trees.

Here’s a small
gasp

of this clearing
come “upon” “again”

from Rae Armantrout’s “The Way,” from Veil. There's a great discussion of the complete poem with Charles Bernstein, Ron Silliman, and Rachel Blau DuPlessis on PoemTalk.

Comments

troylloyd said…
excellent woodwork,
illustrating the forestry
of language, the foliage
of each seed, 26 species
foraging the ground for
that groundless liberation.