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Bruce Beasley

Bruce Beasley grew up in Macon, Georgia. He received a BA from Oberlin College, an MFA from Columbia University, and a PhD from the University of Virginia.

He is the author of several poetry collections, including All Soul Parts Returned (BOA Editions, 2017), Theophobia (BOA Editions, 2012), The Corpse Flower: New and Selected Poems (University of Washington Press, 2007), Summer Mystagogia (University of Colorado Press, 1996), winner of the Colorado Prize for Poetry, and The Creation (Ohio State University Press, 1994), winner of the Ohio State University Press/Journal Award.

David Young writes, “Beasley’s dark humor and his frankness are arresting. He twists the sacred and the profane together, insisting on their inseparability, and he does the same for the material and the immaterial, the physical and the spiritual.”

Beasley is the recipient of three Pushcart Prizes, as well as fellowships from the Artist Trust of Washington and the National Endowment for the Arts. He currently teaches at Western Washington University and lives in Bellingham, Washington.

All Soul Parts Returned (BOA Editions, 2017)
Theophobia (BOA Editions, 2012)
The Corpse Flower: New and Selected Poems (University of Washington Press, 2007)
Lord Brain (University of Georgia Press, 2005)
Signs and Abominations (Wesleyan University Press, 2000)
Summer Mystagogia (University of Colorado Press, 1996)
The Creation (Ohio State University Press, 1994)
Spirituals (Wesleyan University Press, 1988)


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Lord Nelson's hand, blasted
off by musket-fire at Tenerife,
stayed clutched into a fist

in the gap below his stump,
the unbeholdable
fingers stabbing

their ever-longer nails
into his palm. Daily
in the amputated place

the gone
fingers cut deeper
into the gone & welted

skin. If a hand
can outlast
its shearing-off & still

inflict its scratch & cramp,
he thought, how much
more must the soul

go on when the whole
body's a phantom
body, rid

of all but
its spirit's
fist-kinks & stabs?