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November 2006Online Exclusive: Meghan O'Rourke
"It's common to wonder (or worry) about what we will miss out on after we die, but much less common to worry about the events that took place before our birth. This seemed both natural and odd to me -- natural, because we know certain things about life before our arrival, and odd, because of course we don't really know all that much about it. It took a long time to figure out the form of this poem -- it was in tercets, for ages -- and the lineation almost always flawed. It wasn't till I had been living with it and playing with it for a few years that it found a formal structure--that stepped couplet--that I was happy with, and seemed to represent a sense of overlapping yet disconnected lives that got to the heart of the relationship I was exploring." Elegy, 1972 smokestacks like cigars Your nine iron drawn back for the swing, in the surf of bees and grass of the host beneath your tongue, You inform me your business was curiosity, Footsteps rustle in the witchgrass, How lucky it is I was born
Meghan O'Rourke is the culture editor for Slate and a poet editor for the Paris Review. Her poems have appeared in The New Yorker, The New Republic, & Poetry, and her first book of poems, Halflife, is due out in the spring of 2007. "Elegy 1972" appears in the Fall 2006/Winter 2007 issue of Poetry Northwest. Subscribe today.
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