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A fourteen-line poem on Adoration

        1. It does not take much

        2. Half an hour here, half an hour there

        3. It’s not a “presence” I adore

        4. The erotically swollen moon

        5. Let me go, friends, companions

        6. The soldier watches his kid in a play

        7. He seems nothing less or more than “foreigner”

        8. Grass. Dirt.

        9. The bottle broke and all the women gathered shards

        10. The effect was of inflation

        11. There was only one alive moment in the day

        12. Either I loved myself or I loved you

        13. Just like a mother to say that

        14. “Do you become very much?” she wrote


Copyright © 2014 by Julie Carr. Used with permission of the author.

About this Poem

“I’ve been writing these fourteen-line poems as a way to play with the sonnet and also to push enjambment a bit further down the road. The numbers are meant to be heard, as a way to propel the poem forward. This one (and some others) borrows words from Jean-Luc Nancy’s Adoration: The Deconstruction of Christianity II, a book I happen to adore.”
—Julie Carr


Julie Carr

Born in Cambridge, Massachusetts, Julie Carr was selected by Cole Swensen for the University of Georgia Contemporary Poetry Prize for her debut collection Mead: An Epithalamion.

Date Published: 2014-11-03

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