I’ve been chewing on one of two new books by Steve Scafidi, The Cabinetmaker’s Window (LSU).
And every day since, it is the same.
Our mothers wake up and up
they rise and out they go laboring
all day until the world is made.
Our fathers somewhere
sing our secret names, our secret
names, our fathers sing our hidden
names until the world is made.
Until everyone who is now — is.
Thank you history. Thank you luck —
Half way through the book and it’s another beautiful collection of wildly felt and meticulously crafted poems. Steve’s other book also released this year is To the Bramble and the Briar (University of Arkansas), which, I believe, has some of the Lincoln poems I’d seen early drafts of. Lots of good poems to look forward to. Thank you history. Thank you luck.