#MIDDLEBURY
A fourteen-line poem on healing
Julie Carr
- I cannot freeze sound
- or collapse phantom scaffolding
- I open one contradiction
- after another. They call this “erotic intelligence”
- or emptiness
- They abuse the powdery line
- at once blessed and beautiful
- and blank
- as benign limbs
- Where have you gone in your red dress?
- You have done nothing wrong and you are not condemned
- Naked as a word
- the body’s modifications, no matter how infinitesimal
- are all that is given
About this poem
“On the first page of the newspaper was a photograph of four policemen beating and arresting a protestor in Istanbul. All five men pictured looked to be between 18 and 25 years old. I wrote this that morning with a friend, whose cancer had returned, also in mind.” – Julie Carr
About Julie Carr
Julie Carr is the author of “Think Tank” (Solid Objects 2015). She teaches at the University of Colorado Boulder and lives in Denver.
The Academy of American Poets is a nonprofit, mission-driven organization, whose aim is to make poetry available to a wider audience. Email The Academy at poem-a-day@poets.org.
(c) 2016 Julie Carr. Originally published in Poem-a-Day, www.poets.org. Distributed by King Features Syndicate.