View in Winter
Rent from DeepDyve- View in Winter
January 2011
From here to thereis nothing stopping you,not a stem, not a stone.Black dirt binds the way.
So you can go over,leave and lingerin the dry airlike a white scent.
And your namewill be assigned no star,and your body looseninto loam or ash.
The dawn need not awaken,morning torment,dusk discourage youthis day.
There must just be a fieldand what you were,someone not beside you,touching you.
And what you were:that flat field now,worse than any mountain,looms. [End Page 71]
Jon Munk
Jon Munk is a poet and translator who lives in rural Bee, Nebraska. His work has been published in the Seneca Review, Berkeley Review, and Plain Song Review. He has translated extensively the work of Diego Valeri and Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer.
