clean, and: sustainable
- clean, and: sustainable
clean
Thus, godly. Finally, no birds, no birdsong, nosnow. Mine fire! thus bite downonthe mask—rubber, bitter, metal, salt. Hotto the touch, yet keep it between the teeth. Minethe mouth. Mine the palm-hollow. For once, escape,not entry. Everyday air. No snow on the road, only falling. [End Page 572]
sustainable
start here in each other’s mouth thirstin place of speech before it sometimes it stops therethe fickle birds dropping what they just picked up coldisn’t it migration? the wind what it failed to holdback what’s this spacefor if not mothering desire? how long could it lastlonger than a poem? silence once more notyet stop don’tthe tongue adhering to element beforeafter spring [End Page 573]
beth bachmann’s first book, Temper, won the AWP Donald Hall Prize for Poetry and the Kate Tufts Discovery Award. Her new book, Do Not Rise, winner of the Alice Fay Di Castagnola Award from the Poetry Society of America, comes out next month from the Pitt Poetry Series.
