After Lighght by Tom Thompson

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend June 25, 2014   After Lighght   Tom Thompson

Look, I’ve already ruined it or it’s ruined me. The dawn I see by doesn’t need me like I need it and any extra letters it brings. What we call mountains is a deep violet strip narrowly rising and falling over the green. You might call them clouds and be right or hand me something crisp call it money or flowers and set it alight.              Copyright @ 2014 by Tom Thompson. Used with permission of the author. About This Poem   “Looking east from a porch in Coxsackie, New York, I was thinking about Aram Saroyan’s poem ‘lighght’ and wondering what if anything can come after such a flash of insight and wit. The sun started spilling out just then, over the top of the Berkshires on the far side of the river.” —Tom Thompson   Tom Thompson is the author of The Pitch (Alice James Books, 2006). He lives in New York City. Most Recent Book by Thompson   The Pitch (Alice James Books, 2006) “Coastal Plain” by Kathryn Stripling Byer “One Day” by Joseph Millar “Useless Landscape” by D. A. Powell Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. 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.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038