Bernal Hill

By Randall Mann Randall Mann
Something has to give.
We stand above it all.
Below, the buildings' tall
but tiny narrative.

The water's always near,
you say. And so are you,
for now. It has to do.
There's little left to fear.

A wind so cold, one might
forget that winter's gone.
The city lights are on
for us, to us, tonight.

Source: Poetry (January 2005).

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This poem originally appeared in the January 2005 issue of Poetry magazine

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 Randall  Mann

Biography

Randall Mann’s poems are often set within the landscape of Florida or California. Influenced by Philip Larkin, Elizabeth Bishop, and Donald Justice, Mann’s poetry—at once vulnerable, unflinching, and brave in its ambivalence—explores themes of loss, attraction, brutality, and expectation. Of his preference for working in form, Mann says, “Form helps me approach more comfortably the personal, helps me harden argument.”

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SUBJECT Relationships, Cities & Urban Life, Social Commentaries

POET’S REGION U.S., Western

Poetic Terms Rhymed Stanza, Ballad

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