Strand, Mark 1982
It is evening in the town of X
where Death, who used to love me, sits
in a limo with a blanket spread across his thighs.
– Mark Strand, “2032”
Broadside of “2032” by Mark Strand
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Vintage poster of Mark Strand’s reading at the Poetry Center of Chicago.
Not the attendance of stones,
nor the applauding wind,
shall let you know
you have arrived,
nor the sea that celebrates
only departures,
nor the mountains,
nor the dying cities.
– Mark Strand, “Black Maps”
Read this interview with Mark Strand from Guernica:
Mark Strand: Not Quite Invisible
Pultizer Prize-winner Mark Strand on falling in love, leaving the U.S., and the next chapter.
It shines in the garden,
in the white foliage of the chestnut tree,
in the brim of my father’s hat
as he walks on the gravel.
– Mark Strand, “The Garden”
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