Eschatology of the Lexicon

By J. Allyn Rosser b. 1957
They come down to us   
rounding the corners of centuries   
at an innocent jog, shedding letters   
and most of the grand old meanings   
to take on the sleek new hide   
our day demands, a snappier   
nap that can repel the stare   
of a rather less tactful sun;   

they come down to us com-   
pounding, bounding in idiot   
joy, they come with that trustful   
tired old mutt look, that soft woof,   
warm doggie sigh on the knee,   
hoping for what? Some reason,   
no doubt, to continue sounding.   
Give me one good reason,   

they come down to us saying,   
as if we could have one without them.

Source: Poetry (January 2000).


This poem originally appeared in the January 2000 issue of Poetry magazine

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January 2000
 J. Allyn Rosser


J. Allyn Rosser was born in Pennsylvania and attended Middlebury College in Vermont as well as the University of Pennsylvania where she earned a doctorate. Her works include Bright Moves (1990), winner of the Morse Poetry Prize; Misery Prefigured (2001), winner of the Crab Orchard Award; Foiled Again, winner of The New Criterion Poetry Prize; and Mimi's Trapese (2014). Her poetry has also been published in such periodicals as . . .

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SUBJECT Arts & Sciences, Reading & Books, History & Politics, Social Commentaries

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

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