Spring 2000 • Vol. XXII No. 2 Poetry |

After Grave Illness

The body has two seasons and doesn't exist to be changed; it itself changes---as moths come into a field, then the hunted deer. Who knows from the outside where death grows? A man rubs his eyes as if to recover some first sight. Clouds scuttle. There is rain; there's snow; a northerly wind crushing in its teeth the year's seeds. He is pushed inside out like a glove showing its lining. Things simply are.

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Carol Frost has published eleven books of poems, most recently Honeycomb, which won the 2010 Florida Book Award. Trilogy is forthcoming in 2014 from Tupelo Press. She is the Theodore Bruce and Barbara Lawrence Alfond Professor of English at Rollins College.

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