Inside

By Heather McHugh b. 1948 Heather McHugh
In the field is a house
of wood. A window of the house   
contains the field.

You can't see far
with a sun in the sky,   
with a living-room lamp

at night. Locality is all
you light, and you, as single   
as a bed. But there's

no end to dark. The bed is in the clearing
and the clearing's in the wind; the world   
is a world among others. Now your cell-stars split.

Heather McHugh, “Inside” from Hinge & Sign: Poems, 1968-1993. Copyright © 1994 by Heather McHugh. Reprinted with the permission of Wesleyan University Press.

Source: Hinge & Sign: Poems 1968-1993 (Wesleyan University Press, 1994)

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Poet Heather McHugh b. 1948

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Poet Heather McHugh’s work is noted for its rhetorical gestures, sharp puns and interest in the materials of language itself—her self-described determination is “to follow every surge of language, every scrap and flotsam.” Describing her work in the Boston Review, poet and critic Richard Howard alleged that “most of McHugh’s poems end in a spurt, as they proceed in a slather, of just such astonishment as is bestowed—afforded—by . . .

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