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FEATURE
Gerald Stern
Five poems by Gerald Stern.


POETRY
Christopher Buckley
Michael Burkard
Jeff Friedman
Ross Gay
Jack Gilbert This marks an author's first online publication
Linda Gregg
Jane Hirshfield
Tony Hoagland
Joan Larkin
Dorianne Laux
Jan Heller Levi
Anne Marie Macari
Ed Ochester
Alicia Ostriker
Kathleen Peirce This marks an author's first online publication
Peter Richards
Ira Sadoff
Jean Valentine
Arthur Vogelsang This marks an author's first online publication
Judith Vollmer
Anne Waldman
Peter Waldor
Michael Waters This marks an author's first online publication
 
Essay
"The Final Vocabulary of Gerald Stern" by David Rigsbee.

Book Review
"Save the Last Dance" by Gerald Stern—Book Review, by David Rigsbee.

Dorianne Laux

Dorianne Laux was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award. Her fourth book of poems, Facts about the Moon (W.W. Norton, 2007), is the recipient of the Oregon Book Award and was short-listed for the Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize. A poet and teacher who loves the poetry of Gerald Stern, Laux is also author of Awake (Eastern Washington, 2007, rpt.), What We Carry (BOA, 1994), Smoke (BOA, 2000) and Superman: The Chapbook (2008).
 


Why Don't We Do It in the Road    


Why didn't we? When we were young and could have
stopped traffic with our perfect bodies, our silken hair
and white teeth. Why didn't we dance naked on the balcony,
throwing our clothes to the gathering crowds or swim nude
through the pool's blue lights, our taut calves shimmering,
crossing our thighs and rolling, our breasts floating, our backs
muscled and shining.Why didn't we walk into every church
in the world, every synagogue, every mosque, and kneel down
facing one another and sing, my hands on your bare shoulders,
your hands on mine, the soles of our feet turned up, our ankles
pressed against the cold marble tiles.Time passes. Time falls.
Wind swims through a sea of grass. We sit on the porch
and watch horses amble through the striped trees.

 

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