Sonnet 31
Do you think I don’t know that when I say LordI might be singing into the silo where nothing is stored,where it is written low lights were confusedby skyward light and flew its bodiesas birds against walls?Well, everyone thrashesagainst a wallin this life.I don’t know what I mean,but I mean it. I don’t know what to want,but I want it. And when I say Godit’s because no one can know it—not ever,not at all—. It’s a wall.And it drops to the floor as I fall.
Feature Date
- July 17, 2019
Series
- Editor's Choice
Selected By
- Ilya Kaminsky
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Copyright © 2018 by Katie Ford
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Katie Ford is the author of If You Have to Go and three previous poetry collections: Blood Lyrics, named a finalist for the Los Angeles Times Book Prize; Colosseum, recognized as a “Best Book of the Year” by Publishers Weekly and the Virginia Quarterly Review; and Deposition. The recipient of a Lannan Literary Fellowship and the Larry Levis Reading Prize, she teaches at the University of California, Riverside.
More information can be found at www.fordkatie.com
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