By Michael Anania b. 1939 Michael Anania
Quick passage into   
memory and behind   
only blank spaces,

blue stain on pink   
litmus or merely   
known so closely

something falls away   
receding from touch,   
caught in the air

your fingers move,   
agile water-fly   
padding the surface

of what is seen   
even among these   
defractions, bent

pencil or warps   
of a flat eye,
the wide world circling.

Michael Anania, “Afternoons” from Selected Poems. Copyright © 1994 by Michael Anania. Used by permission of Asphodel Press/Acorn Alliance.

Source: Poetry (June 1975).


This poem originally appeared in the June 1975 issue of Poetry magazine

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June 1975
 Michael  Anania


In the afterword to his first book, the 1969 New Poetry Anthology, Michael Anania wrote, "There is little evidence that modernism is dead or even dying. The tradition of Pound, Eliot, Williams, Stevens and their contemporaries is very much alive." Anania's importance as a poet lies in how he preserves and develops this modernist tradition in American poetry. A deep commitment to modernism and the tradition of experimental, often . . .

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SUBJECT Sciences, Nature, Relationships, Arts & Sciences

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern


Poetic Terms Free Verse

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