Bone Map. Sara Eliza Johnson
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© 2014, Text by Sara Eliza Johnson
Cover art by George Stubbs (public domain)
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Published 2014 by Milkweed Editions
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Johnson, Sara Eliza.
[Poems. Selections]
Bone Map : poems / Sara Eliza Johnson. -- First edition.
pages cm. -- (National Poetry Series)
ISBN 978-1-57131-919-7 (ebook)
I. Title.
PS3610.O3764A6 2014
811'.6--dc23
2014004616
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CONTENTS
As the Sickle Moon Guts a Cloud
Lesson
Me Tangere
Rapture
View From the Fence, On Which I Sit and Dangle My Legs
Confession
Frühlingstraum
The Last Przewalski’s Horse
The Dream of Water
Parable of the Flood
When There Is Burning Instead
Purgatory
Epilogue
Pathfinder
Sea Psalm
Question
Elegy Surrounded by Water
Archipelago: Island of Sheep
Archipelago: The Paradise of Birds
Archipelago: Tabula Rasa
Archipelago: The Soporific Well
Instructions for Wintering on the Ice Field
Letter from the Ice Field, October
Letter from the Ice Field, December
Letter from the Ice Field, January
Letter from the Ice Field, March
Archipelago: Ultima Thule
The City Where Men Are Mended
Let Us Consider Where We Might Have a Home
How the World Was Made
Equinox
A god steps down from the mountain. He walks through the dark forest. There are wild beasts everywhere in the silent darkness. It must be real. I’m not dreaming. I’m telling the truth.
INGMAR BERGMAN
Through a Glass Darkly
In the forest, the owl releases a boneless cry.
I know the names of things here
and I can hold them.
I hold your hand:
a matryoshka opening deeper
until I can hear your bones
singing into mine,
and feel the moon
as it rolls through you
like a great city before a war
where it has been night for so long
that everyone sees
with their hands,
and then somewhere in the city
a newborn animal
shakes the dust off itself
and stands, makes
a thimbleful of sound,
and a boy standing in the square
turns toward it,
and his father, not knowing
what his hands will be made to do
to other men,
places a hand on his head.