Poem by Andrew Wesselsfrom That Sunshiny Field
Lying in folds on a leash laid waste upon heaven and he that sat upon his lover’s creature summoned to greatest power. Faithful and True was called (dreaded, feared, also eager) the earth. Take shelter. ° Holly or holm-oak both suitable for carving the funeral. Convention goes back in the catalog of trees, these fearful imitations reward yew, willow, plane-tree. Thinking exudes continuously out of resin. |
Andrew Wessels currently splits his time between Istanbul and Los Angeles. He has held fellowships from Poets & Writers and the Black Mountain Institute. Semi Circle, a chapbook of his translations of the Turkish poet Nurduran Duman, was published by Goodmorning Menagerie in 2016. His poems and translations can be found in VOLT, Witness, Asymptote, Tammy Journal, Faultline, and Colorado Review, among others. His first book, published by 1913 Press, is A Turkish Dictionary.
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