10/01/2010

The spirits play a children’s game;
they pose as trees in clover.
I look. They stay. I look. They stay.
I look again. They’re closer.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I’ve always been attracted to what I see as poetry’s primordial connections to nursery rhyme, lullaby, riddle, prayer, and spell. “Twilight Field” is one of a number of short poems I’ve written that emphasize those connections on some level in its cadence and lens, which I think are both simple and suggestive, even childlike.

BIO:

Gabriel Fried is the author of Making the New Lamb Take (Sarabande), named one of the top books of 2007 by the St. Louis Post-Dispatch and Foreword magazine. He is poetry editor at Persea Books and currently teaches creative writing at the University of Missouri.
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