“I
do think I have an ability to record sensual and emotional facts and factoids,
to construct a convincing surface of what life feels like, both physical life
and emotional life.” – Anne Carson
Born in
Canada on June 21, 1950, Carson is a poet, essayist, translator and
Professor of Classics who taught first in Canada and then at both the
University of Michigan and Princeton University in the U.S. Winner of both Guggenheim and
MacArthur (the “Genius Grant”) Fellowships, she also won the prestigious Pushcart
Prize for her poetry, often lauded for both what the poems say and how they are
portrayed on paper. For Saturday’s Poem, here is Carson’s,
Room In Brooklyn
This
slow
day
moves
Along the room
I
hear
its
axles
go
A gradual dazzle
upon
the ceiling
Gives me that
racy
bluishyellow
feeling
As hours
blow
the wide
way
Down my afternoon.
slow
day
moves
Along the room
I
hear
its
axles
go
A gradual dazzle
upon
the ceiling
Gives me that
racy
bluishyellow
feeling
As hours
blow
the wide
way
Down my afternoon.
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