to where

By David Ferry b. 1924 David Ferry
Wearing a tawny lion pelt upon   
My spindly shoulders I carry both of them,   
My father and my mother, into the darkness,   
My father hoarsely singing, “They are there!”   
—The glimmer of something that is glimmering there—   
“I see the glow of weapons in the shadows!”   
Through which with my purblind eyes I think I see   
Something in the darkness waiting there.   
Above me in the dark my mother’s voice   
Calls down to me, “Who’s there? Who is it there?”   
Step after step together we make our way,   
In the darkness of my memory of our house.

Source: Poetry (February 2009).

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This poem originally appeared in the February 2009 issue of Poetry magazine

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Biography

David Ferry is an acclaimed American poet and translator. Ferry’s translations, which include some of the world's major works of poetry including The Odes of Horace, and both The Eclogues and Georgics of Virgil, are known for their fluency and grace. In addition to his lauded translations, Ferry is also a prize-winning poet in his own right. His poetic works include Dwelling Places (1993) and Of No Country I Know: New and . . .

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