Poem of the Week: Punctuation by Ciaran Carson

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By Michael J. Bennett (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons


This frosty night is jittering with lines and angles, invisible trajectories:
Crackly, chalky diagrams in geometry, rubbed out the instant they’re sketched,
But lingering in the head. The shots, the echoes, are like whips, and when you flinch,
You don’t know where it’s coming from.  This bullet, is your name on it?
For the moment, everything is X, a blank not yet filled in.

Walking in the black space between the stars, I’m avoiding the cracks in the pavement.
And the gap between the street-lights, my shadow seems to cross itself.  I can
See my hand, a mile away in the future, just about to turn the latch-key in the lock,
When another shadow steps out from behind the hedge, going, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot . . . .

-Ciaran Carson, from Belfast Confetti 


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Wake Forest University Press was founded in 1976 in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. Exclusively publishing Irish poetry, we are a small academic press and the premier publisher of Irish poetry in North America. We still reside in Winston-Salem as a part of Wake Forest University, and continue to publish culturally-rich literature.
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