American Culture · American Literature · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Poetry

Carl Phillips

I am sometimes a book of such poems,
I am other times a flower and lovely
pressed like so among them, but
always they forget me.
I miss my name.

— Carl Phillips, from “Cortège,” Cortège. (Graywolf Press, 1995)

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