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I didn't know I was grateful
            for such late-autumn
                        bent-up cornfields

yellow in the after-harvest
             sun before the
                        cold plow turns it all over

into never.
            I didn't know
                        I would enter this music

that translates the world
             back into dirt fields
                         that have always called to me

as if I were a thing
              come from the dirt,
                          like a tuber,

or like a needful boy. End
             lonely days, I believe. End the exiled
                          and unraveling strangeness.

Credit


From The Unraveling Strangeness by Bruce Weigl, published by Grove/Atlantic. Copyright © 2003 by Bruce Weigl. Reprinted by permission of Grove/Atlantic. All rights reserved.

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Bruce Weigl

Bruce Weigl is the author of The Abundance of Nothing (Triquarterly, 2012), which was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize, and several other poetry collections. Much of Weigl's work is inspired by his experiences in the Vietnam War.

Date Published: 2003-01-01

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