• On the Sorrow God Pours Into the Little Boat of Life

    B. H. Fairchild

    Winter 2020

    And God was there like an island I had not rowed to

    —Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God

    I stand in the Punk Rock aisle of Rhino Records
    mindlessly watching an old video of a Supremes
    concert, trying not to think of anything, really,
    giving myself to sounds from fifty years ago
    that celebrate nothing now except my own youth,
    my own Sixties when the world was ending
    and beginning all over again, and it would be
    all about love and the absence of war forever
    once Nam was over, and the lies would stop,
    and the boys would come back home, and Nixon
    and McNamara and Westmoreland would pay
    the price, and that’s of course when it happens
    and I can’t stop it,my son died last week,
    until the young woman standing next to me

    B. H. Fairchild is the author of seven collections of poetry, including Early Occult Memory Systems of the Lower Midwest, which received the National Book Critics Circle Award. In 2005, Fairchild received the Aiken Taylor Award in Modern American Poetry from the Sewanee Review.

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