POETRY: Two by Kary Wayson

POETRY: Two by Kary Wayson

If you have lived alone you know

I know how to live with others, even in love, way out at the end. And

if you’ve lived for long, you know well

those moments when all is actually lost — the head of

the heart of —

Happiness Himself, standing in the frozen dirt, holding out the blue

necklace.

If I can find a way to live without hope —

I mean, if you can find a way to live freed of hope, then, if,

Who knows if you will when he asks say yes.

+ — + — ˚ . ˚ . ‡ . ˚ . ˚ — + — +

THURSDAY. THE LIGHT

— for you who came so near me, late last September — bears/ repeating bears.

as January has it. A bowl of small oranges

in the window for the gray. Downstairs

my neighbor plays scales on her fiddle

while Hansel chops an apple on the kitchen table.

Such fine sharp cuts he makes on the table

that I too want to play the scales! In my mind

I can see: a stand of trees across the street. Of the trees I

think musical: chairs.

– + % * + § + * % + –

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Kary Wayson’s poems have appeared in Crazyhorse, Poetry Northwest, Alaska Quarterly Review, The Nation, Narrative, FIELD, Filter, The Best American Poetry 2007, and the 2010 Pushcart Prize anthology. Kary was a 2003 Discovery / The Nation award winner, and her chapbook, Dog & Me, was published in 2004 by LitRag Press. Her book,American Husband, won the Ohio State University Press / The Journal Award in 2009. A 2012 The Stranger “Genius Award” nominee, Kary is currently Writer in Residence at the Richard Hugo House in Seattle, WA.

Photo via Stienar B on Flickr

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