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COLOSSEUM
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Colosseum
COLOSSEUM
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Poems by
Katie Ford
Graywolf Press
Copyright © 2008 by Katie Ford
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which believes that a great nation deserves great art. Significant support has also been provided
by the Bush Foundation; Target; the McKnight Foundation; and other generous contributions
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BEIRUT
1. Storm
FLEE
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EARTH 13
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FISH MARKET 15
VESSEL 16
HE SAID 17
TOLSTOY'S STORM 18
SNOW 19
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EARTH 26
INJURY 27
THE VESSEL
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TESS 29
THE SINGING 30
FLAG 31
WHAT WE GET 32
SPRING WISH 33
COLISEUM THEATER 34
CEMETERY . 35
RAISED VOICE
KOI 37
III. Colosseum
OVERTURE 43
COLOSSEUM 44
SNAKES 48
ROSE 49
DUOMO 50
EASTER EVENING 52
EARTH 53
DIVINING STICK 54
SEAWATER, AND OURS
A BED ABOVEIT 55
EARTH,
THIS FIRELIT LANTERN 57
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to open water. The lucky are in boats,
their papers burnt into red locusts of no detail,
a swarm of no birth, no party, in flight, in fall
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though miles and storms away,
holding the said, the wept, the unheard
in its arch of yellowwood vaults.
It's so watery here
where we are promised to be saved:
Here, in memory’s latest light
where the iron doors of the baptistry close
to the tourists
and to the whispering dead
as our sounds fall delicately, fall
privately into the bottom
of the devastated font.
EASTER EVENING
But then it’s gone, and I know this is how it is for us:
We are told things but they melt away.
And when the words go, or when we know
instruction was never
there, a great absence comes like a sky
with all its living creatures huddled against the part of us
split open at the tip by weather
or desire, the garden we rake and rake again
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The epigraph for “Storm” is from the ancient epic, The Curse of Akkad,
written a century after the fall of the Akkadian Empire, roughly 2100
B.C. Elizabeth Kolbert’s Fie/d Notes from a Catastrophe: Man, Nature, and
Climate Change, details how the Akkadian Empire collapsed due to a se-
vere, 500-year drought. The ruins are believed to lie south of Baghdad.
The epigraph for “Tolstoy's Storm” is from Confewion by Leo Tolstoy,
translated by David Patterson (W. W. Norton).
The epigraph for “Spring Wish” is from poem 1651, The Poems of Emily
Dickinson: Variorum Edition. Ed. R. W. Franklin (The Belknap Press of
Harvard University Press).
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“Koi”: Starry Messenger was published by Galileo Galilei in 1610.
“Temperance,” one of the four platonic virtues, is depicted by Antonio
Pollaiolo and hangs in the Uffizi Gallery of Florence, Italy. The Colossus
of Rhodes, one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World, broke at the
knees during an earthquake in 226 B.C., it is said, having spanned the
harbor entrance for only 54 years. “The seven we loved, the six we lost”
refers to a statistic I once heard that humans fall in love, on average,
seven times during their lives.
“Earth [Wild horses folded . . .]’: “In 1879, pursued by humans, the last
wild, pure tarpan mare fell down a crevasse in Ukraine and died; the
last captive died eight years later in a Moscow zoo” (Smithsonian maga-
zine, November 2007).
Katie Ford is the author of Depouition and a chapbook, Storm. Her poems
have appeared in American Poetry Review, the New Yorker, the Paris Review,
Ploughshares, Poets e? Writers, and Seneca Review. She has received awards
and grants from the Academy of American Poets and the PEN American
Center, and she received a 2008 Lannan Literary Fellowship. Ford
teaches at Franklin and Marshall College and lives in Philadelphia with
her husband, the novelist Josh Emmons.
The text of Colosseum has been set in Cochin, designed by Georges
Peignot and named after the French engraver Charles Nicolas Cochin.
Composition by BookMobile Design and Publishing Services. Manu
factured by Versa Press on acid-free paper.
Publishers Weekly Best Books of the Year (2008) - A Virginia Quarterly Review
Top 10 Poetry Book of 2008 - A Poets & Writers New and Noteworthy Book
With gravity and resplendence, Colosseum confronts ruin in the ancient world and
in the living moment, from historical accounts and from firsthand experience.
Displaced from New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina, Katie Ford returns this
powerful report attesting to the storm’s ferocity and its aftershock. Ford examines
other catastrophes—those biblical, obscured by time, and those that play out daily,
irrefutably, in the media. Colosseum is an essential, moving book in its insistence
that our fates are intertwined and that devastation does not discriminate.
© Josh Emmons