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Publié par | Milkweed Editions |
Date de parution | 13 juin 2023 |
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EAN13 | 9781639550425 |
Langue | English |
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Winter Stranger
poems
Jackson Holbert
MILKWEED EDITIONS
© 2023, Text by Jackson Holbert
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Published 2023 by Milkweed Editions
Printed in Canada
Cover design and illustration by Mary Austin Speaker
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First Edition
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Holbert, Jackson, author.
Title: Winter stranger : poems / Jackson Holbert.
Description: First edition. | Minneapolis, Minnesota : Milkweed Editions, 2023. | Summary: “Jackson Holbert’s Winter Stranger is a solemn record of addiction and the divided affections we hold for the landscapes that shape us”-- Provided by publisher.
Identifiers: LCCN 2023001105 (print) | LCCN 2023001106 (ebook) | ISBN 9781639550418 (hardback) | ISBN 9781639550425 (ebook)
Subjects: LCSH: Drug addiction--Poetry. | LCGFT: Poetry.
Classification: LCC PS3608.O482873 W56 2023 (print) | LCC PS3608.O482873 (ebook) | DDC 811/.6--dc23/eng/20230110
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2023001105
LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2023001106
Milkweed Editions is committed to ecological stewardship. We strive to align our book production practices with this principle, and to reduce the impact of our operations in the environment. We are a member of the Green Press Initiative, a nonprofit coalition of publishers, manufacturers, and authors working to protect the world’s endangered forests and conserve natural resources. Winter Stranger was printed on acid-free 100% postconsumer-waste paper by Friesens Corporation.
for Olivia
and for my parents
Contents For Jakob I 2003 We Learned the Mountains by Heart The Christmas Poem Letter from Nine Mile Letter Sent and Subsequently Returned by the Mailman These White Letters Look Nothing Like the Snow For Taylor The 26th Birthday Poem The Lamps II The Book of Jakob Unsent Letter to Jakob Another Winter Poem Jakob in the Basement Another Summer Withdrawal Poem Waking in the City Unfinished Letter to Jakob Poem with a Smoke Cloud Hanging in It After Rilke Poem One Last Poem for Jakob III World War I Poem World War I Poem Evil Nature January Fragment Burying the Dead High Up on the Mountain Love Poem to the Terrible Doctors Poem Containing No Pills After C.D. Wright Dream Where the Men Are in My House, Eating My Food, and Stealing My Ideas IV Landscape The Water Poem Two Pastoral Poems The Uncle Poem Moth Notes Acknowledgments
The earth loved us a little I remember
— RENÉ CHAR , translated by MARY ANN CAWS
For Jakob
When we travel
the dead travel too.
That is the law
and the law is full of dreams.
It’s April. We’re dying
again, all of us, among poplars,
among blueberries and hail
hard as ball bearings.
The news says
wildfires are burning
all over the county.
I wake
from the couch
I’ve been sleeping on
for weeks. I put on
my grayest shoes,
blow ash off the deck
with a hose. I sit
in the yard
and close my eyes.
I left that town
forever. I dreamed,
rarely, of streams,
of blackbirds. I drew
everything we did
to the trees,
everything the trees
did to us.
I drew it badly
and spent years trying
to draw it well. Eventually,
I stopped.
I
2003
Say a girl
two towns over
beats a cat to death with a padlock
and goes to bed
Say you’ve loved the girl for years
and you want her to lay you down
and count your knuckles in the dark
and she wants you to lay her down
and wring the salt water
out of her blue hair
Say sorrow is a place
filled with people
and cars
and the ruins of mountains
and pine needles the color of your mother’s hair
Say the hawks wheeling above the river
are just hawks
Say it to the hawks
We Learned the Mountains by Heart
We went to school we ate pink beef we drank
lots of water we snorted ritalin our nostrils
turned red we lifted weights we killed a mama moose
we sold her teeth online we poked each other’s
muscles we laid our large bodies down on
docks and smelled the wind we bucked
hay our skin was hard we touched our palms
together speeding down the highway we turned
the headlights off and felt a little holy we were strong
but we were thin we slept on couches
we tore rotten stumps with our big hands we swaddled