Cloud Country

Carl Phillips

And It Begins Like This by Carl Phillips

Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm by Carl Phillips
So that each / is its own, now--each has fallen, blond stillness.

Civilization by Carl Phillips
There's an art

If a Wilderness by Carl Phillips
Then spring came

Leda, After the Swan by Carl Phillips
Perhaps, / in the exaggerated grace

Passing by Carl Phillips
When the Famous Black Poet speaks,

Porcelain by Carl Phillips
As when a long forgetfulness lifts suddenly, and what

Surrounded as we are, unlit, unshadowed by Carl Phillips
Squalor of leaves