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Recorded as part of the Poem-a-Day series, October 20, 2015
About this Poem 

“‘Haunted Sonnet’ is a sonnet among many sonnets that I tend to write (little songs). It is informed by dream and Greek myth and investigates the notion of haunts and of being haunted, a fury that feels primordial, archetypal feminine power aspects, and the rupture and loss of diaspora.”
Hoa Nguyen

Haunted Sonnet

Haunt lonely and find when you lose your shadow
secretive house centipede on the old window

You pronounce Erinys as “Air-n-ease”
Alecto: the angry    Magaera: the grudging

Tisiphone: the avenger (voice of revenge)
“Women guardians of the natural order”

Think of the morning dream with ghosts     
Why draw the widow’s card and wear the gorgeous

Queen of Swords crown                Your job is
to rescue the not-dead woman before she enters

the incinerating garbage shoot      wrangle silver
raccoon power          Forever a fought doll

She said, “What do you know about Vietnam?”
Violet energy ingots      Tenuous knowing moment

Copyright © 2015 by Hoa Nguyen. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on October 20, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets.

Copyright © 2015 by Hoa Nguyen. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on October 20, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets.

Hoa Nguyen

Hoa Nguyen

Hoa Nguyen was born January 26, 1967, in the Mekong Delta near Saigon, Vietnam. When she was eighteen months old, she moved to the United States and was raised in the Washington, D.C., area. Nguyen earned her MFA at the New College of California in San Francisco, where she studied with Tom Clark and Lyn Hejinian, and remained active in the Bay Area poetry scene for years before moving in 1997 to Austin, Texas, where she lived for fourteen years.

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Call capable
      a lemony
light & fragile

Time like a ball and elastic

so I can stop burning the pots

        wondering yes       electric stove

She is her   but I don't reme
mber                         remember
the ashes I obsess    She said

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Swell     you can dream more   the earth
swells      seeds pop
I glance at the prize
eyes closed in the glancing

It's not a time to run
I wear soft shoes
and it took a long time
to walk here

Insects nudge me in my dreams
like the 5 honey bees plus
the strange one
Intelligent bee glances buzzing

to say   Let