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Mass of the Forgotten
James Tolan
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Mass of the Forgotten
James Tolan
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James Tolan's debut full-length collection exhibits eloquent and direct language to explore family trauma and personal memory. Tolan has a truly unique voice and his poems offer readers something they won't find elsewhere.
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Poetry1
Red Walls
Where I come from
we take bricks
one by one.
We take them red
and muddied
from the earth.
Where I come from
we take bricks
from the earth.
We take them
one by one.
Where I come from
masons worked.
Ground grew up,
ate what
they left behind.
Where I come from
bricks got swallowed.
And it’s our job
to loose them
from the soil.
Where I come from
each takes his bricks
and builds a wall
to protect
what we’ve been given,
to make special
those we invite in.
Where I come from
the odor of one city
mixes with others
on the wind
that finds its way.
Where I come from
a wolf blows hot
against the walls all day
and bricks are how
we build a home.
Where I come from
hunches grow
from safe places
in the soil, and a soul
builds walls to protect
what must not die.
Where I come from walls
are a kind of flesh
and it’s a blessing
to be invited in.
Where I come from
is red bricks from here.
Genius Loci
You are cold and must choose
among shelter, wool, and fire.
Choose the wool. There is much
you do not know. The wind
is strong and cold and there are
those among us waiting
for habits to emerge,
drawing lots as to the nature
of your comfort. We are many,
our patience long. What is it
you truly desire? How long
are you willing to wait? Choose
the wool. Fire burns all night
and you have yet to learn
much of what it means to dwell.
How Far
Among the pines in summer,
a fragrance before the rain.
At nightfall, a silence
between the boughs.
Even the insects of the high
branches are without a sound.
We are only partly dressed
as wind begins to stir
the grass around our knees.
Where is my left shoe?
How far are we from home?
Western Civilization
I think it would be a good idea.
–Mahatma Gandhi
Water runs seaward.
Wind roils and keens.
Home is lifted up
wherever the sky
is long. A child calls.
Fire offers. Flame
gathers fat and ash.
The old grieve what
does not return. Men
hunt wolves wherever
fields green, rain falls,
and oak grow wide.
The land, hollow now.
Nothing left to howl.
The city like
a gleaming cancer
covers what once
was only life.
Green leaves grow
so warily. The dog
no longer bays.
The moon a kind
of memory. His pack
no longer his.
The Forest of My Hair
Twenty-eight in the flesh
but in a mirror all I can see
is a boy after his first crew cut,
five years old and wondering
what happened to his hair,
disbelieving it would ever
grow back, as the barber
and his grandfather promised,
while he wept, silently,
trembling air through his lips,
pointing at his hair
strewn across a tiled floor.
My grandfather unwrapped
sour balls for both of us
and, leaving his Falcon behind,
walked with me to the woods.
These woods, he said, are yours.
The...
Índice
- Cover Page
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- The Wind Will Undo Us
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- Acknowledgments
Estilos de citas para Mass of the Forgotten
APA 6 Citation
Tolan, J. (2021). Mass of the Forgotten ([edition unavailable]). Autumn House Press. Retrieved from https://www.perlego.com/book/2799218/mass-of-the-forgotten-pdf (Original work published 2021)
Chicago Citation
Tolan, James. (2021) 2021. Mass of the Forgotten. [Edition unavailable]. Autumn House Press. https://www.perlego.com/book/2799218/mass-of-the-forgotten-pdf.
Harvard Citation
Tolan, J. (2021) Mass of the Forgotten. [edition unavailable]. Autumn House Press. Available at: https://www.perlego.com/book/2799218/mass-of-the-forgotten-pdf (Accessed: 15 October 2022).
MLA 7 Citation
Tolan, James. Mass of the Forgotten. [edition unavailable]. Autumn House Press, 2021. Web. 15 Oct. 2022.