July/Aug 2020 • Vol. XLII No. 4 PoetryJuly 1, 2020 |

Canto IV (Fragment Braid)

] clouds in the head [ . . . kept formulating for myself the proper ambition . . . dig a pitkin in the dirt and pour the blood in . . . blue buntings storm the tree, grasshoppers in the dry husks of corn . . . to suffer or to forget enough to let my learning begin . . . wait for the seer to say, wait for my mother to step out from among the shades . . . putting the wrong end of the binoculars to my eyes . . . to build the new economy: the gold-thread standard . . . my arms went through her; she came here, she said, missing me . . . accidental redshift of the earthly blue shine or is it star . . . to affirm the gold thread that stitches together the moon-flowers and the clouds . . . loved by the gods and hated, also a kind of bag for blood, also a man of many minds . . . or is star gone dim, dull heat, who it is or where it is you are ] a singing creature [ . . . a violence within that protects one from the violence without . . .

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Dan Beachy-Quick is a poet, essayist, and occasional novelist, whose most recent books include gentlessness (Tupelo Press) and Shields & Shards & Stitches & Songs (Omnidawn). His work has been supported by the Guggenheim and Lannan Foundations, and he teaches in the MFA program at Colorado State University.

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July/Aug 2020 • Vol. XLII No. 4 PoetryJuly 1, 2020 |

Canto IV (Fragment Braid)

I am the place that is me I points at the ground where once I laid down where Jacob was and isn’t, is and wasn’t, a snowman and Abraham sits at the crossroads naked in the bare sun the questions make me strange when I ask them like a thumb pressed into clay learns its name ] sorry for these awkward ways ] don’t apologize to build myself into a friend like the lip brought to the lip of the cup held by the hand that made it life gathers at the pinched edge of what soon will contain it the mind wonders what ritual secret can get it inside the ceremony, Heraclitus told me, he whispered in my ear: the bow gives the life it takes away ] sorry for the awkward fit ] solemnities, ceremonies, rites of sepulchre and cremation want is a word in the mystical sense every day the sun is a new star I want to burn away the cloud inside my eye sun that maketh pyramids pillars of snow oh no, the sun is also a pillar of snow oh no, the sun is also a pillar of no

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Dan Beachy-Quick is a poet, essayist, and occasional novelist, whose most recent books include gentlessness (Tupelo Press) and Shields & Shards & Stitches & Songs (Omnidawn). His work has been supported by the Guggenheim and Lannan Foundations, and he teaches in the MFA program at Colorado State University.

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Canto IX

By Dan Beachy-Quick

I am the place that is me I points at the ground where once I laid down where Jacob was and isn’t, is and wasn’t, a snowman and Abraham sits […]

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