Descriptive poetry depends for its effects in part upon the vividness of details. Here the Virginia poet Claudia Emerson Andrews describes...
Descriptive poetry depends for its effects in part upon the vividness of details. Here the Virginia poet Claudia Emerson Andrews describes the type of old building all of us have seen but may not have stopped to look at carefully. And thoughtfully.
Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate
One rusty horseshoe hangs on a nail
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above the door, still losing its luck,
and a work-collar swings, an empty
old noose. The silence waits, wild to be
broken by hoofbeat and heavy
harness slap, will founder but remain;
while, outside, above the stable,
eight, nine, now ten buzzards swing low
in lazy loops, a loose black warp
of patience, bearing the blank sky
like a pall of wind on mourning
wings. But the bones of this place are
long picked clean. Only the hayrake’s
ribs still rise from the rampant grasses.
Claudia Emerson Andrews
Poem copyright © 1997 by Claudia Emerson Andrews, a 2005 Witter Bynner Fellow of the Library of Congress. Reprinted from “Pharaoh, Pharaoh”(1997) by permission of the author, whose newest book, “Late Wife,” will appear this fall; both collections are published by Louisiana State University’s Southern Messenger Poets. This weekly column is supported by The Poetry Foundation, The Library of Congress, and the Department of English at the University of Nebraska, Lincoln. This column does not accept unsolicited poetry. “American Life in Poetry” appears Fridays in Northwest Life.