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             (After a Yuan Dynasty scroll:
             “The Departure of Lady Wenji from the Nomad Camp”)


I am your transient guest
You are my celestial caravan

This palace is made of sand
This rebel camp reeks of mutton

My wedding veil is a trail of gnats
My robe is a shredded colophon

Cross off my days with a black hare brush
Blot out my eyes with obedience

The camels dream on their knees
The trees are naked servants

War drums, bugles advance
Ghosts are shouldering my palanquin

Who dares to utter the tale of Lady Wenji
Whose history cannot be forgotten

"I'll shout your poems," squawk the vultures
"I'll clean your bones," promise the scorpions

Who murdered my family and maids?
Who drowned my songbirds and kittens?

I was kidnapped by a barbarian king
And ransomed for a hundred thousand!

The minister of the left says,
    "Cut your own throat!"
The minister of the right says,
    "No compassion!"

I say, "Kind sirs, please protect my sons;
    "They are not pure, but they are innocent!"
Ghouls and simurghs      barter at dusk
    Scavenger wolves        howl treason

Oh Soul       Come back     I am calling you!
Oh Soul       Come back     reclaim this human!

Do not speak in delusions     for all are a delusion
Do not speak of grief      for all are aggrieved


I finger my butterfly lute
I strum my fated plectrum

Striking the same      fret     fret     fret
Summoning the museum of heaven
from the book SAGE: POEMS / W. W. Norton & Company
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April Reviewed by Michael Martin Shea

"April thus extends Nicholson's affinity for the coyly rhetorical, already on display in her previous two books. Her newest collection picks up the project of What The Lyric Is (2016), where poetry is characterized as 'a record of the attempt / To keep up with the mind. A forest for our / Thoughts to sit in.' Indeed, Nicholson is more interested in the spaces thought can open up than in the content of thought itself."

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What Sparks Poetry:
Nica Giromini on Language as Form


"What drew me to terza rima in particular is the tension, or rather disagreement, manufactured by its braided structure of rhymes. Because each stanza is interconnected with both the following and the former, the borders of the unit of the stanza start to fray. And a productive tension—one parallel to that of the competing units of sense of the line and the sentence—emerges between the units of sense of the stanza and of the poem (across stanzas)."
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