CXXXIX.
TO pile like Thunder to its close,
Then crumble grand away,
While everything created hid–
This would be Poetry:
Or Love,–the two coeval came–
We both and neither prove,
Experience either, and consume–
For none see God and live.
About Me
- Sara Eliza Johnson
- Sara Eliza Johnson’s first book, Bone Map (Milkweed Editions, 2014), wasselected for the 2013 National Poetry Series. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Virginia Quarterly Review, Copper Nickel, Blackbird, Boston Review, Salt Hill, and elsewhere. She is the recipient of a 2015 NEA Fellowship in poetry, a 2010 Rona Jaffe Foundation Writers’ Award, and two Winter Fellowships from the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, among other honors. She currently teaches at the University of Alaska—Fairbanks.
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