The Apophatic

By Nance Van Winckel Nance Van Winckel
How can it not be
about engine,
secret blaze behind
the wheels? How not about
this no-way-to-resist seeing   
but one side or another   
since the rails quite insist
& iron's so right, always
running off its own might.   
How never about freightage
or the outdoor face
in the indoor light?
A yesteryear's pall
over the day at hand? Not
about the passings-by
of nailed-shut houses
& grouse setting sail
from a rusty swing?   
How not me out of uniform,   
out of a sleeper's berth,
bare & barely rising   
atop smoke & so little air left
in the soft underbelly   
that I may meet—nay, embrace—
the hello-goodbye cloud.

Source: Poetry (June 2008).

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

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Biography

Nance Van Winckel's fifth collection of poems, No Starling, is recently out from University of Washington Press. She is the recipient of two NEA poetry fellowships. She is also the author of three collections of short fiction and teaches in the MFA programs at Eastern Washington University and Vermont College. She will be the Stadler Poet in Residence at Bucknell in spring 2009.

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Living, Arts & Sciences, Social Commentaries

POET’S REGION U.S., Northwestern

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