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Almost Tenderly
It had the heft of old armor—like a breastplate
of bronze; like a shield, on hinges. It swung apart
like a door. Inside it, the sea was visible—the sea
and, on the shore, a man: stripped; beaten. Very
gently—tenderly, almost—as if to the man, to
calm him, but in fact to no one, the sea was singing:
Here, in the deepening blue of our corruption, let
Conquest
Speaking to himself, I think, not me, You have wanted
more than was yours to wish for, he said—as if even
to wishing the laws of modesty and excess could be applied,
and should be. We slept. I dreamed.
We'd sworn
never to do harm; then sworn instead to keep trying hard
not to—A kind
of progress . . .
Tell Me a Story
Yes,
and the reeds that grow there: beautiful;
invasive; they jostle
in the smallest wind.
Soon it will be as if nothing had ever happened.
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Carl Phillips’s tenth book of poems, Speak Low, will appear from Farrar, Straus and Giroux in 2009. Phillips teaches at
Washington University in St. Louis.
Read a conversation between Carl Phillips and KR poetry editor, David Baker.
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