诗歌分享：Yonder

In the preface to her selected poems, Veil, Ron Silliman describes her work as "the literature of the anti-lyric, those poems that at first glance appear contained and perhaps even simple, but which upon the slightest examination rapidly provoke a sort of vertigo effect as element after element begins to spin wildly toward more radical...possibilities."

Rae Armantrout， 1947

1

Anything cancels

everything out.

If each point 

is a singularity,

thrusting all else 

aside for good,

"good" takes the form

of a throng

of empty chairs.

Or it's ants

Swarming a bone.

2

I am afraid 

I don't love

my mother 

who's dead

though I once--

what does "once" mean?--

did love her.

So who'll meet me over yonder?

I don't recognize the place names.

Or I do, but they come

from televised wars.