“For D.”

Monday, December 12, 2016 - 1:04 pm

“For D.”

Christian Wiman read this poem during his interview with Krista Tippett. Download the MP3 and share it with your friends!

Groans going all the way up a young tree
half–cracked and caught in the crook of another

pause. All around the hill-ringed, heavened pond
leaves shush themselves like an audience.

A cellular stillness, as of some huge attention
bearing down. May I hold your hand?

A clutch of mayflies banqueting on oblivion
writhes above the water like visible light.

From the book “Every Riven Thing” by Christian Wiman. Copyright © 2010 by Christian Wiman. Used by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC.

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is a poet and editor of Poetry magazine. He’s the author of several volumes of poetry, including Every Riven Thing.

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