May/June 2017 • Vol. XXXIX No. 3 Nature's Nature |

plenty

make me lonely as an animal with everything to eat in winter dark honey locust bark torn from the tree sometimes I feel like a motherless field you lose yourself in what else is unending other than a history of hunger my eyes go black when my skin flushes lure me with your first forgiving flower all this food must mean leave this place sweet child to waste 

Already have an account? Login

Join KR for even more to read.

Register for a free account to read five free pieces a month from our current issue and digital archive.
Register for Free and Read This Piece



Or become a subscriber today and get complete, immediate access to our digital archives at every subscription level.
Photo of Beth Bachmann

Beth Bachmann is a 2016 Guggenheim Fellow and author of three books in the Pitt Poetry Series: Temper, winner of the Association of Writers & Writing Program’s Donald Hall Prize for Poetry and Claremont Graduate University’s Kate Tufts Discovery Award; Do Not Rise, winner of the Poetry Society of America’s Alice Fay Di Castagnola Award; and CEASE, winner of the Virginia Quarterly Review’s Emily Clark Balch Prize for Poetry (fall 2018). She lives in New York City.

Read More

nature

By Beth Bachmann

make me lonely as an animal with everything to eat in winter dark honey locust bark torn from the tree sometimes I feel like a motherless field you lose yourself […]

Face

By Beth Bachmann

make me lonely as an animal with everything to eat in winter dark honey locust bark torn from the tree sometimes I feel like a motherless field you lose yourself […]

Subscribe

Your free registration with Kenyon review incudes access to exclusive content, early access to program registration, and more.

Donate

With your support, we’ll continue 
to cultivate talent and publish extraordinary literature from diverse voices around the world.