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Author Berlin, Monica, 1973- author

Title Nostalgia for a world where we can live : poems / by Monica Berlin
Published Carbondale : Crab Orchard Review & Southern Illinois University Press, [2018]
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Description 1 online resource (x, 74 pages)
Series Crab Orchard series in poetry
Crab Orchard award series in poetry
Contents Cover Page; Title Page; Copyright Page; Dedication; Contents; Nostalgia for a World Where We Can Live; What a year looks like: drenched. So soggy here. So much; No apples on the apple tree this summer, and if there were; Another late summer early quiet blue-skied morning, my son; On either end of this year, on either end of every goddamn year, ; When we turn the calendar's page, my little boy looking; The dark flurry of another morning purred; This afternoon the sky's making the kind of promises it can; Days the hours are no more fact than the unbelievable; Sometimes being here is like
How I wish more things I read I misread, like the bodies in the mineBecause you're still in another time zone disparate things; The problem is the revolving door, this; Because I wasn't thinking peninsula; If there's a joke more complicated than "knock-knock," more; Too lazy to lip-read in noisy rooms, the other night; A kind of stutter, that over and; Down the hall the accordion man turns into a door; Long before the horse pulls up lame there is the matter; Back to this wind, up against it even, ; The linens soften, now threadbare, just as I'm waking, small, in this
To scale, yes, days to scale, even when they grow so clutteredJust before the blood draw the other morning, I filled in small; We loved the rush hour most, the cars suit-filled, briefcase-heavy, ; Today, three flights up, with my whole body, I lifted; Some disasters are given names, others called after; The truth is I have trouble forgiving most things, although I've never minded; By rote the body learns nearly everything, after; It's true. There are places we'd rather be; Not quite another season, but almost, and on the window ledges,
When morning was almost unrecognizable as morningWhat the wind kicks up, what the waters trouble, even; The forecast's calling for flurries tomorrow, and worry; At the new year, in the dark, I watched time; The lesson tonight nothing less than; In this, this snow-brightened light of a near-spring morning, I think of his glass; How quickly the body, when asked, forgets; Stay mouthed through; How quiet every end when it comes, briefest glimpse of a future; If all the love we'll know is the kind of love; Because all day the sky held back; Not only the night; Notes; Acknowledgments; Back Cover
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Subject American poetry
American poetry.
FICTION -- General.
Genre/Form Poetry.
Form Electronic book
ISBN 0809336847
Other Titles Poems. Selections