Buried dawn brokeonto slight leaves. And geesebetween a cold and hot sky: a mountain and a sunrise. It is five months since we separated. I am not so different from the long harestretched by her shadow,her spirit hanging. What I would give for the deadbeat of mud shaped and noweaten in. Coyotes rousingin fast laps of the moon. Take me to the lake and do no evil.Lead me by the hair to who I love.
Aubade (The Lake)
Yanyi
Feature Date
- June 25, 2023
Series
Selected By
Share This Poem
Print This Poem
“Aubade (The Lake)” from DREAM OF THE DIVIDED FIELD: POEMS by Yanyi, copyright © 2022 by Yanyi.
Used by permission of One World, an imprint of Random House, a division of
Penguin Random House LLC.
All rights reserved.
Yanyi is the author of Dream of the Divided Field (One World 2022) and The Year of Blue Water (Yale 2019), winner of the 2018 Yale Series of Younger Poets Prize. His work has been featured in or at NPR’s All Things Considered, New York Public Library, New England Review, Granta, and West Branch. The recipient of fellowships from Asian American Writers’ Workshop and Poets House, he holds an MFA in Poetry from New York University. Most recently, he is the recipient of a 2023 Vermont Arts Council Grant and a 2022 Tanne Foundation Award. He gives creative writing advice at his newsletter, The Reading, and teaches poetry at the Warren Wilson MFA program.
“Dream of the Divided Field . . . is a broad, existential meditation on the past—specifically, how the past is always present. It’s about life as we’ve lived it, and how that affects the life we’ve yet to live and the people we’ve yet to meet. [Yanyi’s] works are philosophical and lyrical, personal essay and fiction, and fuse binaries and trinaries together as one unit. . . .”
—Electric Lit
“In the way that bright lights hurt tired eyes, these poems carve from their raw material an aching tenderness of similarly piercing quality. They occupy the dreamlike space where memories dwell, where hopes and reveries reside as well. Dealing in the duality, and often cyclicality, of death and (re)birth, past and future, visibility and invisibility—and all the beauty and violence that falls in between these two moving points—Yanyi, with his razor-sharp lyricism, sculpts skin-like truths within the marble of the page.”
—Literary Hub
“What does it mean, for each of us to be housed in a body? Yanyi contends with what disappears and what stays, where we inhabit, where we can find safety, and where we can be found. A beautiful book that brings you in, that holds you close.”
—Fatimah Asghar, author of If They Come for Us
Poetry Daily Depends on You
With your support, we make reading the best contemporary poetry a treasured daily experience. Consider a contribution today.