by Dan Beachy-Quick

You are for me as you cannot be
For yourself, chaos without demand
To speak, the amethyst nothing
Hidden inside the trinket shop’s stone,
Dark eyes dark asterisks where light
Footnotes a margin left blank. You
Don’t look up to look up at the sky.
Your ears parenthesize nothing
That occurs, that I keep from occurring,
In the poem, on the page, as you are
For me, not a shadow, but a shade
Whose darkness drops from no object
But is itself yourself, a form of time
Spanning nothing, never is your name.

This poem originally appeared in the September 2009 issue of Poetry magazine.

Dan Beachy-Quick (1973-) is an American poet, essayist, and teacher with a wonderful ear for rhythm which builds an easy sense of intimacy between the reader and the poem. Gently asking us to live in paradox, we simultaneously acknowledge the insufficiency of language while surrendering to the charm with which he crafts its possibilities.

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2 Responses to FRIDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: Dan Beachy-Quick

  1. Linda says:

    Just Wow! Thinking & Re-Reading, Thinking and Thinking.

  2. sivanpoetry says:

    I enjoyed your biography of him almost as much as I enjoyed the poem!

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