But the Heart in a Sense Is Far from Me Floating Out There | Peter Gizzi | Granta

But the Heart in a Sense Is Far from Me Floating Out There

Peter Gizzi

Hold on to the afterlife of the beloved, it’s the only thing that’s yours

Hold on to whatever magic in the backyard where we bury our thoughts, things of the world

Things of the world like an afterlife of the world to bury our setting outness

It’s right to extract bone from the afterlife, dust collecting shoes, relics of the afterlife

Cut a hole in the poem to play peekaboo with the afterlife

Rebuild my house out of sky, blur my memoria into song

Make my headdress the right size to salute the emptiness alive in the beloved

The humanness of the beloved, the beloved and the night sky

Shapes floating out there becoming the beloved, the abstract, the total


Image © Richard King 

Peter Gizzi

Peter Gizzi’s recent books include, Now It's Dark (Wesleyan, 2020), Sky Burial: New and Selected Poems (Carcanet, 2020), Archeophonics (Finalist for the National Book Award, Wesleyan, 2016) and In Defense of Nothing (Finalist for the LA Times Book Award, Wesleyan, 2014). His honors include fellowships from The Rex Foundation, The Howard Foundation, The Foundation for Contemporary Arts, and The Guggenheim Foundation. He has twice been the recipient of The Judith E. Wilson Visiting Fellowship in Poetry at the University of Cambridge. In 2018 Wesleyan brought out In the Air: Essays on the Poetry of Peter Gizzi.

Photograph © Jon Beacham

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