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Featured Poet: Ben Mazer

Eyewear is pleased to feature dazzlingly clever American poet Ben Mazer (pictured) for a special Fourth of July post.  Mazer's two new collections of poems are Poems (The Pen & Anvil Press, 2010) and January 2008 (Dark Sky Books, 2010). He is the editor of Selected Poems of Frederick Goddard Tuckerman (Harvard University Press, 2010) and Landis Everson's Everything Preserved: Poems 1955-2005 (Graywolf Press, 2006). He lives in Boston where he is a contrbuting editor to Fulcrum: an annual of poetry and aesthetics.


Clouds

My father is the one I loved the most.
The clouds are sweeping and the holy host
of clouds are weeping on the picnic grounds
where the alarming sirens pierce the clouds
and dampen the rockets sputtering on their rounds
where those before me saunter in their shrouds
as the electric sailor is struck dead
and bobs towards mainland. Soldiers fetch his head
and the words spread over the ground without a sound
that whistles through the whistling where I found
him waiting there to carry in his arms
the wounded through the flashing of the storms.

poem by Ben Mazer

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Anonymous said…
Ben Mazer posted us something nearly 20 years ago which diehard were unable to use, but we remembered it, and I am really glad to see he has found such a strong place for himself,
Sally Evans (diehard)

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