Oberlin College Press

FIELD #77 (Fall 2007)

Contents

Adrienne Rich: A Symposium
Marilyn Hacker		"Snapshots of a Daughter-in-Law": The Young Insurgent's Commonplace Book
Katie Ford		"'The Burning of Paper Instead of Children": The Fire Triangle
David Young		"The Blue Ghazals": The Loosening of Song
Cathy Park Hong		"Diving Into the Wreck": Encompassing the All
Mary Baine Campbell		Oh!: Meditations on "Meditations for a Savage Child"
Bruce Beasley		Through "Through Corralitos Under Rolls of Cloud" Under Rolls of Cloud
David Wojahn		"An Atlas of the Difficult World": "Where Are We Moored? What Are the Bindings? What Behooves Us?"

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Jean Gallagher		Year in Eleusis
V. Penelope Pelizzon		The Humanitarian
Heather Sellers		Self-Portrait as Disgrace
KaryWayson		Poppies
T. Zachary Cotler		Your Brother in the Trees
Anne Marie Macari		from Their Eyes Were Opened (XXXIII-XXXVI)
Li Qingzhao translated by Kevin Tsai		To the Tune of "A Good Thing Nears" To the Tune of "Plaintive"
Kirk Nesset		Unveiled Koan
Carl Phillips		Topaz Porcelain Gold on Parchment
Joseph Campana		Middle Winter
Thorpe Moeckel		Quarry Old Dog
Pattiann Rogers		Creation Alive
Amina Said translated by Marilyn Hacker		I live here in the basement of the Gare de Lyon
Carol Moldaw		So Late, So Soon Ballast
Amit Majmudar		Ghazal: Exile Ghazal: Distance over Water Texaco Fugue
B. T. Shaw		Margin of Error Hunger
J. D. Nordell		March (Bird Bathing on Rooftop above Hair Salon)
Lia Purpura		Aftermath Fall Some Lines
David Hernandez		Panoramic
Megan Snyder-Camp		Sunday Nights at 8, 7 Central The House on Laurel Hill Lane
Uwe Kolbe translated by Maria Hummel and Manfred K. Hummel		Father and Son Three Falcons Vineta
Bruce Beasley		The Parable of the Mustard Seed All Saints "Behold, I Am Against the Prophets," Saith the Lord, "Who with Sweet Tongues Say, 'The Lord Saith'"
Mary Ann Samyn		Riskier Still I whispered oh into his ear.
Elisabeth Murawski		On the High Speed Train to Vendome I See a Woman Who Looks Like Madame Cezanne Phrygian
Paula Bohince		Toward Happiness
J. W. Marshall		This Is a Crime Watch Neighborhood Not Let Across the Hood Canal
James Jackson		Indelible Mirror
Adrienne Rich		If/As Though A Burning Kangaroo

THE HOUSE ON LAUREL HILL LANE

Between the neighbor's cherry trees
a hat wove through spokes of fruit.
Small birds unshook from the pages of the trees.

She went in, laid out plates and glasses, let old news
foam the room. At midnight the phone would ring
only to click aside. How about a sandwich,

he would say, how about some milk.
These miles of threaded oyster beds,
of just-for-show chimneys. How about
these tinted windows? How when the shore
skirted pails, hollows, then stranded razor clams one by one?

They ate well. Even as the words
shifted on her tongue, as the new pitch
caught hold inside her,
as sand rounded out the garage.

She knew when love unwound her but not how.
Let your hair down over the briar patch,
she read to her daughter from the little golden book,
the two tales sewing each other up.

--Megan Snyder-Camp

NOT LET ACROSS THE HOOD CANAL

Like public funded art
it is a threat

Makes the traffic stop
because
a tender's opened up the bridge

The surfaced submarine is heading out
that tendon in
the global lurk and shove

At the railing oohs and ahs

The hills around
are green as stacked green towels

Children roar to life
like tassels yes the wind
will make you okay teary

A Trident sub
is canary black is
black is solitary as a mile marker

We have everywhere to be
and have to wait

--J. W. Marshall