By Joshua Weiner Joshua Weiner
I hid the deed:
                                 —would my life end?

The grackle called it back again.

The grackle then

my life. A swan’s neck   
curling to ask   
                               what if   

to reach   into the reed,

and struck the stone   
of what I did.

The grackle called it back again.

The grackle called it back again.

Source: Poetry (January 2006).


This poem originally appeared in the January 2006 issue of Poetry magazine

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January 2006
 Joshua  Weiner


Joshua Weiner is the editor of At the Barriers: On the Poetry of Thom Gunn (2009), as well as the the author of two books of poems, The World’s Room (2001) and From the Book of Giants (2006). Weiner is the recent recipient of the Rome Prize in Literature from the American Academy and Institute of Arts and Letters and a Whiting Writers’ Award. He has published poems and prose in Best American Poetry, the Nation, the American . . .

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SUBJECT Nature, Living, Disappointment & Failure, Animals

Poetic Terms Metaphor, Refrain, Consonance, Mixed

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