Of the Divine as Absence and Single Letter

By Idra Novey Idra Novey
If our view were not a Holiday Inn
but a fringe of trees, I could say G here
is our greenly hidden.
                                          If we lived
amid Joe-Pye weed and high grass
instead of spackle and peeling plaster
I could say perhaps
                                  I’m listening to G now
but mean the owl, a wind playing the silo,
a sticking sorrow,
                               any sound but the snore
of our latest visitor on the futon. Dear G,
please make him turn, make me kinder.
I’m not far from unfathoming it all.

Source: Poetry (November 2012).

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This poem originally appeared in the November 2012 issue of Poetry magazine

November 2012
 Idra  Novey

Biography

Idra Novey is the author of Exit, Civilian, a 2011 National Poetry Series Selection and a Best Book of 2012 by Cold Front Magazine and The Volta. She is also the author of The Next Country (2008) and the translator of several books of Brazilian poetry and a novel by Clarice Lispector.

In April 2013, Novey was  a featured writer on Harriet.

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SUBJECT Religion, Faith & Doubt, God & the Divine

Poetic Terms Free Verse

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