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Mary Szybist

I know that darkness. Have stood on that bridge in the space between the streetlights dizzy with looking down. Maybe some darks are deep enough to swallow what we want them to. But you can’t have two worlds in your hands and choose emptiness. — Mary Szybist, from “So-and-So Descending from the Bridge,” Incarnadine. (Graywolf… Continue reading Mary Szybist

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American Culture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Poetry

Mary Szybist

The Troubadours Etc. Just for this evening, let’s not mock them. Not their curtsies or cross-garters or ever-recurring pepper trees in their gardens promising, promising. At least they had ideas about love. All day we’ve driven past cornfields, past cows poking their heads through metal contraptions to eat. We’ve followed West 84, and what else?… Continue reading Mary Szybist

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American Culture · American Literature · Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Passage · Poetry

Mary Szybist

You must live for something, they say. People don’t live just to keep on living. But here is the quince tree, a sky bright and empty. Here there are blueberries, there is no need to not me. — Mary Szybist, from “Here There Are Blueberries,” Incarnadine: Poems. (Graywolf Press; First Edition edition February 5, 2013)

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