In Another Room I Am Drinking Eggs from a Boot

By Frank Stanford 1948–1978 Frank Stanford

Hans Richter

What if the moon was essence of quinine
And high heels were a time of day
When certain birds bled
The chauffeur is telling the cook
The antler would pry into ice floes
Swim with a lamp
And we’d be shivering in a ditch
Biting through a black wing
There would be boats
There would be a dream country
The great quiet humming of the soul at night
The only sound is a shovel
Clearing a place for a mailbox

Estate of Frank Stanford © C.D. Wright

Source: Automatic Co-Pilot (Unpublished Collection, )

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Poet Frank Stanford 1948–1978

POET’S REGION U.S., Southern

Subjects Arts & Sciences, Painting & Sculpture

Poetic Terms Free Verse, Imagery

Biography

Born in 1948, Stanford was a prolific poet known for his originality and ingenuity. He has been dubbed “a swamprat Rimbaud” by Lorenzo Thomas and “one of the great voices of death” by Franz Wright. He grew up in Mississippi, Tennessee, and then Arkansas, where he lived for most of his life and wrote many of his most powerful poems. He attended the University of Arkansas from 1967-9 and studied engineering while continuing to . . .

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SUBJECT Arts & Sciences, Painting & Sculpture

POET’S REGION U.S., Southern

Poetic Terms Free Verse, Imagery

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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