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Alessandra Lynch is the author of three books of poetry: Daylily Called It a Dangerous Moment (Alice James Books, 2017); It was a terrible cloud at twilight (LSU Press, 2008), winner of the Lena-Miles Wever Todd Poetry Prize; and Sails the Wind Left Behind (Alice James Books, 2002). She is the receipient of fellowships from Yaddo and The MacDowell Colony. She serves as poet-in-residence at Butler University and lives in Indianapolis, Indiana.

Meditation on Rain

In a blue collusion of dusk
and rain, the sky’s darkly shaking
like horsetails flicking

                off bloodflies. As you’d try
switching off half-truths that fed
on your skin, their little bites
                distracting you
from harder pain.

                Nothing a hoof could gallop from. Nothing to ride here
but air
                coolly passing from stable to woods—
each leaf a perforated heart—

to the front porch of the blue house. As you ascend,
                the steps darken behind you, night
has its own quiet stepping—it is not
                an abyss, not amorphous
as once you felt—.

How wavery the rain at the threshhold—

Copyright © 2018 Alessandra Lynch. This poem originally appeared in Kenyon Review, November/December 2018. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright © 2018 Alessandra Lynch. This poem originally appeared in Kenyon Review, November/December 2018. Used with permission of the author.

Alessandra Lynch

Alessandra Lynch

Alessandra Lynch is the author of three books of poetry, including Daylily Called It a Dangerous Moment (Alice James Books, 2017).

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after Gerald Stern

The insect was yellow with crumpled-black banded legs
        and shellacked back that would outlast us
        and wistful eyes from what I could discern on that trail
                between fields,
and we laid him out in the open air under a sky fast-blue

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