ARTHUR SMITH
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The Late World 
(Carnegie Mellon, 2002)

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Praise for The Late World

"Arthur Smith’s beautiful poems celebrate life as they meditate on death’s finality.  His elegiac sensibility enables him to see things of this world with sharpness and clarity—how “The gift of a breeze ruffles/Summer from a balcony...” and “my love brushes her hair/she washed the sea from/only minutes earlier.”  Drawn into his world, I read him with wonder."  — Grace Schulman
More Lines on a Shield Abandoned During Battle 

The one time I said something 
Awful to someone
I didn’t know the meaning of,
It hardly mattered to him how empty
My head was
As his three younger brothers jumped
Down from the barn loft they slept in
And closed ranks behind him.

The hen he’d been about to kill
Rejoined a few others feeding
Near the stump.

—Are you talking to me? he said. 

And it’s true--
As you and anyone who’s ever scattered knows,
And usually sooner—someone or something
Will ask what you mean--
The quicker
The world lives in a person,
The earlier he learns
To ask.

I’m trying 
To imagine racing over
Someone’s countryside, and making off with its riches--
As you and your brief nation did--
Then coming up
Face to face
With one of them better armed.

I’m glad we ran, both of us, having
Straddled that line
Beyond which
There are only dogs’ jaws
Candid
About the river of death,
And how there are no limits to its length,
And how someone had better live
To tell the others.


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  • About
  • Books
    • The Fortunate Era (2013)
    • The Late World (2002)
    • Orders of Affection (1996)
    • Elegy on Independence Day (1985)
  • Art Elsewhere
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