About this poet

Seth Abramson is the author of the poetry collections Thievery (University of Akron Press, 2013) Northerners (Western Michigan University Press, 2011), winner of the 2010 Green Rose Prize from New Issues Poetry & Prose; and The Suburban Ecstasies (Ghost Road Press, 2009).

Ruin

Seth Abramson
                                 and backwards go
the men into the garden, and what is it
          herding them
but a haircut and a vacuous look they had
when they were twenty,
          which earned its horns twice over
          if they had the same
cut and look
when they were thirty. Forget about great

men, and soon the great forgetting
will be over, leaving all that is left all over.
Forward go long sleeves, a longitude,
and shame.
          What is herding them
you are. All over the world, curtains drew
          and obscured lush portages
the world over, and there were some sighs

but mostly it was better than continuing
to want better. Ponies cannot love
children. But O, those ponies. Those ponies.

From Northerners, published by New Issues Press. Copyright © 2011 by Seth Abramson. Used by permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.

From Northerners, published by New Issues Press. Copyright © 2011 by Seth Abramson. Used by permission of the publisher. All rights reserved.

Seth Abramson

Seth Abramson is the author of the poetry collections Thievery (University of Akron Press, 2013) Northerners (Western Michigan University Press, 2011), winner of the 2010 Green Rose Prize from New Issues Poetry & Prose; and The Suburban Ecstasies (Ghost Road Press, 2009).

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poem
         Down by the oaks tonight
you might still find a musket boys
but stay lively 
for the feral cats in the underbrush. 
In the forest we carved from a still 
greater forest
there was the lesser forest
we lived in.
Have you seen the boys of means 
up at the old stone brook,
they will say 
you feel pretty