Nov/Dec 2020 • Vol. XLII No. 6 PoetryNovember 1, 2020 |

String River

String river washes new life over rocks Out to a sea where never seen again. Its harmonies repeat so closely they are monotone In arguing they will never end with leaving. And anyone who kneels here to drink Bows deeper than the rocks beneath, Where they tumble overhead As the water holds them in the sky And with a different talent sings each one.

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Wyatt Prunty’s latest poetry collection is Couldn’t Prove, Had to Promise. He lives in Sewanee, where he is the Ogden D. Carlton Professor in Sewanee’s English Department. He directs the Sewanee Writers’ Conference and the Tennessee Fellowship Series. He edits the Johns Hopkins Poetry and Fiction Series.

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