"Burning Zither" by Eric Baus

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend August 30, 2017   Burning Zither   Eric Baus

The street grew only strangers. All the faces we were wore slings. An ingrown arena peered out from our sigh. We spread ourselves out to feel the glass in a crowd. We prayed to a dog, then some flies. Our solo was a burning zither, not a kite.            Copyright © 2017 Eric Baus. Used with permission of the author. About This Poem   "This poem begins in the form of a walk and ends up somewhere else, in a weirder middle distance. It assembles a song from small acts of recognition, gathering a chorus. I wanted to play a landscape as if it were an eroding instrument rather than try to freeze one scene in time." —Eric Baus   Eric Baus is the author of The Tranquilized Tongue (City Lights Books, 2014). He teaches in the low-residency Mile-High MFA program at Regis University in Denver. Poetry by Baus   The Tranquilized Tongue (City Lights Books, 2014) "A fourteen-line poem on Adoration" by Julie Carr "Literal, Littoral, Littleral" by Danielle Pafunda "Humanimal [I want to make a dark mirror out of writing]" by Bhanu Kapil Help Support Poem-a-Day   If you value Poem-a-Day, please consider a monthly donation or one-time gift to help make it possible. Poem-a-Day is the only digital series publishing new, previously unpublished work by today's poets each weekday morning. The free series, which also features a curated selection of classic poems on weekends, reaches 450,000+ readers daily. Thank you! 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