Poem of the Week: "Broken Country" by Davis McCombs

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Davis McCombs teaches in the Creative Writing Program at the University of Arkansas. His first book, Ultima Thule, was chosen by W. S. Merwin as the winner of the 1999 Yale Series of Younger Poets. He attended Harvard University, the University of Virginia, and Stanford University as Wallace Stegner Fellow in poetry. He is the recipient of fellowships from the Ruth Lilly Poetry Foundation, the Kentucky Arts Council, and the National Endowment for the Arts. His work has appeared in The Best American Poetry 1996, The Missouri Review, and Hayden's Ferry Review. His new book, Dismal Rock, was just chosen by Linda Gregerson as the winner of the Dorset Prize from Tupelo Press in Vermont and will be published in Fall 07.

Broken Country

Some nights I drive the backroads out across

the county, its knobs and barrens spreading

huge and oddly weightless in the hot black air.

I'd forgotten how, each August, the fields rise up

at every turn like walls in the headlights,

how so much of the world lies out of reach.

Now only the wind can comb its knitted stalks,

only the bats that beat across a fence of light

can thread its ductwork--as we did, that once,

standing shoulder to shoulder in the glint

of New Discovery; we were intruders there

inside that lost cave passage, turning at last

to face the long walk back, to let our thick lives

come between us and that thin, lightless place.


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