Project Apollo
I was the poolboy but it was billiards
I got up on the table with a feather duster
and did a little dance like the honeybee
D. A. Powell
Poetry
As for What the Rain Can Do
play a little music on the rooftop
get a body good and wet
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Making of a Poem: D. A. Powell on “As for What the Rain Can Do”
“This poem began as a silence of wishing. As one does when falling silent.”
Robert Hayden’s “Summertime and the Living...”
One of the pleasures of reading a great poem over time is the way its meanings establish themselves (like the “trees of heaven” that reclaim the space of “quarrels and shattered glass”) and grow sturdier, larger. I first read Robert Hayden…