1. Home
  2. Poetry Magazine
  3. Poems
  4. “A furnace in my father’s voice; I prayed for the coal stove’s” by Ishion Hutchinson
“A furnace in my father’s voice; I prayed for the coal stove’s”

Related Poem Content Details

A furnace in my father’s voice; I prayed for the coal stove’s
roses, a cruise ship lit like a castle

on fire in the harbor we never walked,
father and son, father drifting down

the ferned hell his shanty shone, where,
inside, in my head, the lamp was the lamp.

The market, the park, the library not a soul
but grandmother’s morning wash lifting toward heaven,

the barrister sun punished my sister, I stared at my hand
in a book, the horizon declined in my mouth.

My little earthshaker, visored in placenta,
wonder of wonders, tremulous in amniotic

shield, ensouled already, father in the veritable
night, without house or harbor,

soon sea in a voice will harrow
a scorpion’s blaze in me, to the marrow.

Source: Poetry (April 2014)

More from this issue

This poem originally appeared in the April 2014 issue of Poetry magazine

  • Search every issue of Poetry

Your results will be limited to content that appeared in Poetry magazine. Search the whole site

“A furnace in my father’s voice; I prayed for the coal stove’s”

Related Poem Content Details

  • Search every issue of Poetry

Your results will be limited to content that appeared in Poetry magazine. Search the whole site

Other Information