Three Poems by Rosmarie Waldrop

BOMB 138 Winter 2017
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ERASED REFERENT

One must think of, but finally, I had to agree, not walk around naked, not in body or spirit. Not write about, when what is a word, at the risk of disconnection, no longer ask. What it would take. Acknowledge the dark, though with dreams in color and. If still possible. Moist skin against the page.

EXCESS OF AIR

And so ask: winter? this winter? not with writing pressing in. A variety of large and empty, but perhaps only a tone. It needn’t bring tears to your eyes. Whereas winter means. The edge of the wood already distances itself. Lightness born of fatigue. Regardless of kisses, snow weighing down. The branches. Not feeling.

CONJUNCTIONS AND CONSTITUENTS

Love, lord of. Such a silly and out loud. To disperse a crowd for a sentence when a tulip is a tulip. Not only in Holland. Tried to approach. As if along the edges. But what of the dishevelment and intermittence? I’ve been living on the verso of. What with ecstatic folly turned to simple thirst? Or positive desire? Slow says the body. Across the dream.

Rosmarie Waldrop’s Gap Gardening: Selected Poems came out from New Directions in 2016. She is the author of the novels The Hanky of Pippin’s Daughter and A Form/of Taking/It All (Northwestern University Press, 2001), the collected essays Dissonance (if you are interested) (University of Alabama Press, 2005), and a memoir, Lavish Absence: Recalling and Rereading Edmond Jabès (Wesleyan University Press, 2002). She translates German and French poetry and coedits Burning Deck Press with Keith Waldrop in Providence, Rhode Island.

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BOMB 138, Winter 2017

Featuring interviews with Lynda Benglis, Roe Ethridge, Becca Blackwell, Antonio Campos, Robert Greene, Angie Keefer, Liz Magic Laser, Laura Kurgan, China Miéville, Michael Palmer, and Rosmarie Waldrop.

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