July/Aug 2018 • Vol. XL No. 4 Poetry |

The White Orchard

Under a supermoon, you gaze into the orchard— a glass blower shapes a glowing orange mass into a horse— you step into a space where you once lived— crushed mica glitters on plastered walls— a raccoon strolls in moonlight along the top of an adobe wall— swimming in a pond, we notice a reflected cottonwood on the water— clang: a deer leaps over the gate— every fifteen minutes an elephant is shot for its tusks— you mark a bleached earless lizard against the snowfall of this white page— the skins of eggplants glistening in a garden— our bodies glistening by firelight— though skunks once ravaged corn, our bright moments cannot be ravaged— sleeping near a canal, you hear lapping waves— at dawn, waves lapping and the noise of men unloading scallops and shrimp— no noise of gunshots— you focus on the branches of hundred-year-old apple trees— opening the door, we find red and yellow rose petals scattered on our bed— then light

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Arthur Sze’s latest book is The Glass Constellation: New and Collected Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 2021). He is the recipient of a 2022 Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize for Lifetime Achievement from the Poetry Foundation and also of the 2021 Shelley Memorial Award from the Poetry Society of America. His expanded edition of translations of Chinese poetry, The Silk Dragon II, is forthcoming from Copper Canyon Press in the spring of 2024.

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