Very sad,
Having to
Come out of nowhere,
The rain
We’ve been waiting for
Is waiting too.
Trees,
By now,
Have had enough daylight.
They’d like,
Please,
To sleep it off.
If nothing
Else, nothing
Else.
Behind our backs
Things mean themselves.
Violins crack
From wanting to exist.
It’s hard, getting a word in.
I’m waiting
To arrive inside my clothes,
If nothing else,
Willing
To be (having to
Come out of nowhere)
Very sad.
James Galvin
About Me
- Eduardo C. Corral
- Eduardo C. Corral is a CantoMundo fellow. He holds degrees from ASU and the Iowa Writers' Workshop. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Beloit Poetry Journal, jubilat, New England Review, Ploughshares, Poetry, and Post Road. His work has been honored with a "Discovery"/The Nation award and residencies from The MacDowell Colony and Yaddo. He has served as the Olive B. O'Connor Fellow in Creative Writing at Colgate University and as the Philip Roth Resident in Creative Writing at Bucknell University. He's the interview editor for Boxcar Poetry Review. He won the 2011 Yale Series of Younger Poets competition.
1 comment:
As I was reading this, scrolling down, I was guessing who wrote it.
I didn't guess him though.
I love this poem
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