Poem-A-Day: Ode, Aubade by Greg Wrenn

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Ode, Aubade by Greg Wrenn   And the morning, too, falters, struggles to assert itself, burn through the errant fog, the pines, scorch the whole grove of trees and crooked streetlamps. Your body's turning, turning beside me in my bed's-- sprawl? Badlands? You sigh On my neck. Startled, the crick and sob buried inside it like a pulsar behind dust, like a larva in a bean, want out. Copyright © 2013 by Greg Wrenn. Used with permission of the author. About this Poem:   "This speaker sees his defining characteristics in the dawn: ambivalence, self-doubt, and a capacity for destruction. What is the consolation to be had on such a morning? Beside him is his restless, still-sleeping bedfellow--love's capacity for transformation, for pushing the human animal toward self-realization, temporarily abides." Greg Wrenn Poetry by Wrenn Centaur   Poem-A-Day launched in 2006 and features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. Browse the Poem-A-Day archive.   Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org. March 25, 2013   Greg Wrenn's first book of poems, Centaur (University of Wisconsin Press, 2013) was awarded the Brittingham Prize. A former Wallace Stegner Fellow, he is a native of northeast Florida and currently teaches at Stanford University. Related Poems Aubade by Devin Johnston Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm by Carl Phillips Credo by Matthew Rohrer

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