Poem: January 24, 2012
Here’s a poem by Carl Phillips, from his National Book Award Nominated collection Double Shadow. Carl Phillips is influenced primarily, it seems, by Greek Drama.
First Night At Sea
Like any other kingdom built of wickedness and
Joy—cracked, anchorless, bit of ghost in the making,
Only here for now. Blue for once not just as in
Forgive, but blue as blue…As affection was never
Twilight, but a light of its own, blindness not at all
A gift to be held close to the chest, stubborn horse
Meanwhile beating wild beneath it, stubborn heart,
A dark, where was a brightness, a bright where dark.