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Dan Beachy-Quick is the author, most recently, of A Brighter Word Than Bright: Keats at Work (Iowa University Press, 2013). He is a Monfort Professor teaching in the MFA Creative Writing Program at Colorado State University and lives in Fort Collins, Colorado.

This Nest, Swift Passerine [excerpt]

Dan Beachy-Quick
But how find how as it flew onward
& the mountains gave back the sound
to say what I mean the call of the bird
& the echoe after to say I've seen?

Raven hungers and calls and the mountain
Hungers back and calls
The whole range of peaks in the bird's beak.
Raven lonely and the mountain rings
Loneliness & the echoe after we could see
him no longer 

The echo after we could see 	Light in echo the eye sees
also through the ear 		a double infinity

From This Nest, Swift Passerine by Dan Beachy-Quick. Copyright © 2009 by Dan Beachy-Quick. Used by permission of Tupelo Press. All rights reserved.

From This Nest, Swift Passerine by Dan Beachy-Quick. Copyright © 2009 by Dan Beachy-Quick. Used by permission of Tupelo Press. All rights reserved.

Dan Beachy-Quick

Dan Beachy-Quick is the author, most recently, of A Brighter Word Than Bright: Keats at Work (Iowa University Press, 2013). He is a Monfort Professor teaching in the MFA Creative Writing Program at Colorado State University and lives in Fort Collins, Colorado.

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