John Yau
Letter from Marina

Amidst this haste and filth

beside river's black violin

 

its sluggish summer tune

should I tell you how

 

you hide the dead

without singing

 

Dear Ungovernable Lament

Are you like a log

 

abandoned on a road of young trees

Or is your life a stone

 

smashed

to bits

 

About the one of yourself

and the one of the one

 

that is not you

but is the memory of what you wanted

 

I have only this to say

how is your life with an image

 

Or has your memory started fading

until what you can pry loose

 

from the sea

is an island

 

etched in blue smoke

Dear Steam

 

How is your life with a stranger

from this world

 

the one we once walked in

argued over

 

and tried to burn

 
Found In Volume 28, No. 05
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About the Author
John Yau has published over 50 books of poetry, artists' books, fiction, and art criticism. He has been the Arts editor of The Brooklyn Rail since March 2004. He also runs a small press, Black Square Editions, which publishes translations, poetry, and fiction. Yau currently teaches art criticism at Rutgers University