I trip on the title,
clumsy as I am, and
topple down the first few
lines. Dorton calls it getting
dropkicked into a poem, some
secondary speaker forcing the other
over the edge, but this was a mess of my
own making, the mind meandering as it does,
dispatching enjambments where they don’t be-
long. And now there’s a figure tumbling forth, their
bony parts smacking the serifed lips of line breaks and
yellow pine. It is not until they reach the carpet-soft landing
that the world above comes back into focus—kids’ toys in the
hallway, a blue bird that found its way indoors. But now that we’re
here together, it’s easy to see why gravity constantly pulls us to the final
line: it is where the writer and reader can link hands, link breath, and if done
correctly, purposefully, will become a platform from which to ascend in unison.
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from Children Walk on Chairs to Cross a Flooded Schoolyard, Patrick Rosal2019:
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The Two Times I Loved You the Most In a Car, Dorothea Grossman
2014:
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The Triumph of the Infinite, Mark Strand2012:
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from Jenny, Genya Turovskaya2009:
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2007:
Meanwhile, Richard Siken
2006:
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2005:
Holy Sonnet XIV, John Donne