by Idra Novey (Author)
From "Into the Atacama"
When I said I wished this trip, I meant the rush of song
as we left the city. I meant the bus. I meant the woman who
played her flip-fl ops like drum sticks against the window.
For singing with strangers in a desert is like getting closer
to the moon. And the glow of a moment is like a moon,
caught behind clouds and then visible and then hidden again.
And when I said here, I meant elsewhere--I meant moving.
Author Biography
Idra Novey has received awards from the Poetry Society of America Chapbook Series, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the PEN Translation Fund. Her poems have appeared in Slate, the Paris Review, AGNI, and Ploughshares, and a book of her translations of Brazilian poet Paulo Henriques Britto, The Clean Shirt of It, was published in 2007. She teaches at Columbia University and in the Bard College Prison Initiative.
Number of Pages: 80
Dimensions: 0.3 x 8.3 x 5.4 IN
Publication Date: November 01, 2008