- Nowhere Is Local, and: Eurydice on the Art of Poetry
NOWHERE IS LOCAL
Ten years and we to New York nowHave moved from Iowa to from Ohio how far from New YorkTo anywhere now I don't knowBut everywhere seems here or visits and nowhere is local
I've never anywhere I'veLived before wanted to be buried where I've livedBut have ignored live-long all my life the longest part of life
From fear or fear of the diminishmentOf love or of love from the diminishing of joyBut greet it here with you the longest part
Of life it can be is a joy to wantTo be dead somewhere is a joy to rest the heartLet me die here where I don't want to die [End Page 482]
EURYDICE ON THE ART OF POETRY
The story you have heard is false it's trueHe sang for me and true he lulled the godWho didn't care to fight him easilyThe god is like us all the blood of the dead
Is made wine by their sorrow some don't argueAnd others never stop I followed himYes but he wasn't told he couldn't lookHe didn't look because he felt ashamed
I know now he already had the poemFinished or nearly so before he leftFor the underworld he didn't come for meHe came to check the details he had thought
He'd fail to win me back and in the endYes at the mouth of the cave he just ran offI think he didn't know what else to doI didn't follow him it was a relief
To be allowed to keep my death I heardThe poem first in the spring sung by a newlymurdered boy who didn't know my nameWhen he was told my name why should he have
I wasn't in the poem the poem was true [End Page 483]
SHANE MCCRAE's most recent book is Sometimes I Never Suffered. He has received a Anisfield-Wolf Book Award, a Guggenheim Fellowship, a Lannan Literary Award, a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship, and a Whiting Writer's Award. He lives in New York City and teaches at Columbia University.