'I have stuffed the South’s nightlights in my mouth. Gala of fireflies'

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Tennessee Hill’s South emerges in her poem as a character, a personage that haunts and possesses her with beauty and a certain disquiet. Her poem, 'Crater Heart', moves from fragmentary image to simile to metaphor in a seemingly disjointed fashion that, in the end, becomes a composition of arresting beauty: “I have stuffed the South’s nightlights/ in my mouth.” Perhaps this is how she wants us to read her poem of elegant strangeness.

 

CRATER HEART

by Tennessee Hill

 

Such strangeness these days.

 

Morning rising over my head

like the quilt sewn of old t-shirts

or saltwater waves

licking our sun-bleached dock.

 

Then — you absorbing moment, you

harvest queen — the sky is surprised

by evening’s orchard.

 

I have stuffed the South’s nightlights

in my mouth. Gala of fireflies.

 

How clumsy I feel in front of God.

 

American Life in Poetry is made possible by the Poetry Foundation, publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2022 by Tennessee Hill, 'Crater Heart' from The Adroit Journal Issue, Forty-One. Poem reprinted by permission of the author and the publisher. Introduction copyright ©2022 by the Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s author, Kwame Dawes, is George W Holmes Professor of English and Glenna Luschei Editor of Prairie Schooner at the University of Nebraska

 

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