I Have a Vision for My Poems
a found poem: The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
I am forever rust-tongued—my poemsdull turgid mush. Timeis green-eyed & spite-seething—too alive, too tough.It creaks under my footwith malicedoesn't wait for meto prepare better rhythmsor calculate gem-bright details.It is archaic & jealousand so I writequiet poems with a puritanheart. What I need?To rewrite a poemso it is bigger, freer, strangerthan light& somehow as righteous.
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First published in The Indianapolis Review, Issue 23
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Copyright © 2023 by Nazifa Islam.
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Nazifa Islam is the author of the poetry collections Searching for a Pulse (Whitepoint Press) and Forlorn Light: Virginia Woolf Found Poems (Shearsman Books). Her poems have appeared in Gulf Coast, The Missouri Review, Boston Review, The Believer, and Beloit Poetry Journal among other publications. She earned her MFA at Oregon State University. You can find her @nafoopal.
Issue 23: Winter 2023
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