Mar/Apr 2018 • Vol. XL No. 2 Poetry |

American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin

American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin The song must be cultural, confessional, clear But not obvious. It must be full of compassion And crows bowing in a vultures shadow.The song must have six sides to it & a clamor Of voltas. The song must turn on the compass Of language like a tangle of wire endowed With feeling. The notes must tear & tear, There must be a love for the minute & minute, There must be a record of witness & daydream. Where the heart is torn or feathered & tarred, Where death is undone, time diminished, The song must hold its own storm & drum, And cast a noise so lovely it is sung at sunsetWeddings, baptisms, & beheadings henceforth. American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin The wolf Orpheus calls Eurydice his silver bullet. Blind Orpheus calls Eurydice his witness. Orpheus Whispers softly into his lover's shadow. Orpheus Fingers his beard like a page of his lover's diary. Eurydice applies her makeup like a fi

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Terrance Hayes

Terrance Hayes is the author of several collections of poetry. He is a professor at NYU.

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