Seven-Hundred-Year-Old Verse
Which way did the earth turn,
that apples began to bloom

The small-town moons,
I remember each one,
their promises soaring above the rain

Droplets settled on the leaves of grass
scattering in the midst of sleep

Sunlight descending into a lemon

When her first love turned to ash
the dusky dance teacher saved herself
She was later seen in morning marches against the riot—
body and community becoming one

Cutting short her long leave,
she returned to work,
to her students,
to make them practise
a seven-hundred-year-old verse
from the book THE WORLD IS MADE UP EVERY DAY / Seagull Books 
READ ABOUT TODAY'S POEM
Share Share
Tweet Tweet
Forward Forward
The poem simultaneously reminds us of absence and presence of time. The earth revolves, seasons change. We are in the world of a woman whose first love has just ended, then we are thinking about riots destroying the world. In yet another moment, there is the reminder of an unnamed seven-hundred-year old verse taking us back to another age. It all happens now, the past, the present, and that what is to come. 

Saudamini Deo on "Seven-Hundred-Year-Old Verse"
cover of Hardly Creatures by Rob Macaisa Colgate
"Access is an Art Form in Rob Macaisa Colgate’s Hardly Creatures"

"This desire for community is at the heart of Colgate’s depictions of disabled life. The title of the poem “History of Display” situates Hardly Creatures as a rebuke to the long history of constructing disabled people as medical specimens and spectacles. Indeed, the collection offers a counterhistory of exhibition, illustrating disability from the vantage point of disabled people themselves. Through depictions of providing and receiving care, the poems coalesce to offer a vision of access that is at once affirming and vulnerable, nourishing and fraught."

via CHICAGO REVIEW OF BOOKS
READ ALL TODAY'S HEADLINES
Color cover image of Aby Kaupang's collection, & there's you still thrill hour of the world to love
What Sparks Poetry:
Aby Kaupang on Language as Form


"Often I have thought of Bidart’s insistence on the necessary poem as clarifying my draw to poetic architecture. One night, in looking for his specific quote (for the hundredth time), I re-read his 1983 interview with Mark Halliday and was newly drawn to the part where Bidart speaks of a 'will unbroken and in stasis' that has 'learned to refuse' what the world might easily offer."
READ THIS WEEK'S ISSUE
donate
View in browser

You have received this email because you submitted your email address at www.poems.com
If you would like to unsubscribe please click here.

© 2025 Poetry Daily, Poetry Daily, MS 3E4, 4400 University Dr., Fairfax, VA 22030

Design by the Binding Agency