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“Sometimes (often), when I sit down to write, I become deeply conscious of all the other words/ideas/minds/bodies that have inhabited the space before me. In this poem I deal with that awareness by abandoning myself and god to give a brief (incomplete, inaccurate) recap of poetry thus far, as if it were a television show starring Wallace Stevens, Robert Frost, and a peacock.”
—Heather Christle

Such and Such a Time at Such and Such a Palace

The lack of a single-word infinitive
in our language is what is killing me

this morning
                           A single word for all
infinitives is what God is doing tonight

This is just one of many acts
to have passed through the garden

Previously on this show they put
a peacock back together wrong

after its demise
there was in the syntax

Poor bird could feel it in his bones

Copyright @ 2014 by Heather Christle. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright @ 2014 by Heather Christle. Used with permission of the author.

Heather Christle

Heather Christle

Heather Christle is the author of the poetry collections Heliopause (Wesleyan University Press, 2015) and What Is Amazing (Wesleyan University Press, 2012). 

by this poet

This tree has a small LED display 
It is glowing and it can show you words 
and it can show you pictures and it can melt 
from one choice to another and you are looking at it 
and it wants you to share the message 
but it can't see that you are the only one around 
and that everyone else is hibernating 
It was the military
        coming together

on paper under glass

to shine on me! they
        called me

        damp thing it was
my name coming

together under orders

nothing would go

they said
        they said

under orders     after death
all things must shine
For years I have seen
dead animals on the highway
and grieved for them
only to realize they are
not dead animals
they are t shirts
or bits of blown tire
and I have found
myself with this