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By Liz Waldner Liz Waldner
The general increase in green
accords in me
with a growing and specific gravity
about — it hopes —   
to be undone like a bud.

What kind of   leaf
or the existence of  bugs
or the always later rumor
of   ravishment by wind or water
don’t interest me.

Sun does.
Come close.

Come slow.
And look me again in the eyes
as you do.

Source: Poetry (May 2008).


This poem originally appeared in the May 2008 issue of Poetry magazine

May 2008


Liz Waldner grew up in rural Mississippi and earned a BA in mathematics and philosophy at St. John’s College and an MFA at the Iowa Writer’s Workshop. Her first book of poetry, Homing Devices (1998), came after an 18-year silence; since then, Waldner has published prolifically. Her recent books include A Point Is That Which Has No Part (2000), which won both the Iowa Poetry Prize and the James Laughlin Award, Self and Simulacra . . .

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