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Winner of the Laurence L. Thomas Winship / PEN New England Award (2012)

Address draws us into visible and invisible architectures, into acts of intimate and public address. These poems are concentrated, polyvocal, and sharply attentive to acts of representation; they take personally their politics and in the process reveal something about the way civic structures inhabit the imagination. Poisonous plants, witches, anthems, bees—beneath their surface, we glimpse the fragility of our founding, republican aspirations and witness a disintegrating landscape artfully transformed. If a poem can serve as a kind of astrolabe, measuring distances both cosmic and immediate, temporal and physical, it does so by imaginative, nonlinear means. Here, past and present engage in acts of mutual interrogation and critique, and within this dynamic Willis's poetry is at once complexly authoritative and searching: "so begins our legislation."

Check for the online reader's companion at http://address.site.wesleyan.edu.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJan 1, 2012
ISBN9780819570994
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    Address - Elizabeth Willis

    ADDRESS

    I is to they

    as river is to barge

    as convert to picket line

    sinker to steamer

    The sun belongs to I

    once, for an instant

    The window belongs to you

    leaning on the afternoon

    They are to you

    as the suffocating disappointment

    of the mall

    is to the magic rustle

    of the word come

    Turn left toward the mountain

    Go straight until you see

    the boat in the driveway

    A little warmer, a little stickier

    a little more like spring

    TAKE THIS POEM

    Take this spoon

    from me, this

    cudgel, this axe

    Take this bowl

    this kettle, this

    continental plate

    Take, if you will,

    this shallow topsoil

    above my bedrock

    This swingset

    above the topsoil

    this raven

    from my hair

    Take your fear

    from its closet

    Take this shirt

    in need of washing

    this unread book

    Take this child

    this husband, this

    teacup, this

    provisional weather

    Take this pill

    with a tall glass

    of water, take this

    bus deep into

    the interior

    Take my wife

    even if I meant

    to keep her

    Take my share

    I don’t need it

    Take as long

    as you need to

    Take this line

    between breathing

    and voting

    Take this city

    Take that expensive

    ship across this

    cellophane model

    of the sea

    Take the F train

    but not to Brooklyn

    Take the case

    of the missing cufflinks

    Take this beverage

    with its silver

    Pullman ice

    Take me with you

    as far as you can go

    I won’t cause

    any trouble

    Take this office

    overlooking the people

    Take this patience

    and burn it to the ground

    Take down your

    vanities, your hippodrome

    your champagne

    pyramid

    Take down your hair

    your curtains, your

    razorwire fence

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