Ithaca by Ira Sadoff

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend July 14, 2014   Ithaca   Ira Sadoff

I’ve been blessed with a few gusts of wind, a few loves to wave goodbye to. I still think of mother’s kitchen, sorry for tantrums of way back when. No frost lodged in me then. In those days snow spread through town like an epidemic: how archival the blankness seemed. If you flew above the shell of the old house it was nothing really: there was no story to our little ranch house, so you couldn’t hear a thing.            Copyright @ 2014 by Ira Sadoff. Used with permission of the author. About This Poem   “‘Ithaca’ fuses the contemporary Ithaca with the mythic Ithaca. I think of the island of Ithaca and at the same time the isolation I felt growing up. Unlike Homer’s Odyssey, this speaker’s experience has not been redeemed by story. This Ithaca’s suburban, full of replicate houses, cold, anonymous: it’s no place to return to.” —Ira Sadoff   Ira Sadoff is the author of True Faith (BOA Editions, 2012). He teaches at Drew University’s MFA program and currently lives in upstate New York. Most Recent Book by Sadoff   True Faith (BOA Editions, 2012) “Fern Hill” by Dylan Thomas “Giraffes” by Kimiko Hahn “Fifteen, Maybe Sixteen Things to Worry About” by Judith Viorst Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends.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