National Poetry Month Day 30: From “Sungone Noon” by Christian Wiman

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Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April.

From “Sungone Noon”

One raised
goats;

one raced
around barrels

(bareback
to teach me);

one liked it most
at midnight

on the pole-vaulting
mat

(or did she feign that
to reach me?);

one,
muddy-buttocked,

chigger-bit,
bit me.

Tank-topped
I rode

the rock
-n-roll

of my T-topped
Trans-am

down the drag
of that drag town

in which, I’m told,
one raised

four children
on her own;

one fiended
wine;

one roused
her roustabout

boyfriend
from her best friend’s

bed;
and one,

who laughing
slapping

leapt up
nude as dawn,

her backside
fossiled

in the lakeside,
died.

Christian Wiman

If you like what the Rumpus is doing for National Poetry Month, you’ll probably like this multimedia anthology of original poems we’ve run at The Rumpus over the last three years. Available only for iPad. Check it out!


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