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    Wherever You Lay Your Head
    Wherever You Lay Your Head
    Wherever You Lay Your Head
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    Wherever You Lay Your Head

    By Jane Miller

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    • Previous books include American Odalisque, August Zero, (OP) and Memory at these Speeds (CCP). Average sales: 1750 copies. • Other books include Working Time: Essays on Poetry, Culture, and Travel (1992, 0472064800, Univ. Of Michigan Poets on Poetry Series) and Black Holes, Black Stockings (Wesleyan Univ. Press, OP) • Recipient of Lila Wallace-Reader’s Digest Award, Guggenheim Fellowship, two NEA fellowships, and the Western States Book Award for Poetry. • Teaches in the Creative Writing Program at the University of Arizona. • More accessible than other Jane Miller books • Southwestern feel similar to Arthur Sze
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCopper Canyon Press
    Release dateDec 11, 2012
    ISBN9781619320512
    Wherever You Lay Your Head
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    Jane Miller

    David Miller is a writer living in Chicago. This is his first novel.

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      Wherever You Lay Your Head - Jane Miller

      The Flying Fish and Lily of May

      In an hour as yet unspent,

      whose very name forget-me-not

      suggests a golden age of ordinary

      people out to see the cherry

      flowers gather in the brightness of the flames,

      the day

      grows dark reminding every guest

      a guild of poets – who are dressed

      in February as plum blossoms

      and in August as the tremulous

      camellia – accompanies romance

      and makes of circumstance a rendezvous; in such hour

      as deltaic rivers slice the city written

      with fine beams of light, and steamy images

      rise under bridges down straits

      to the sea, I shall be dreaming all the while awake

      to hear asked, How did we bear the pain? and the world

      answer, Everyone was in it, too,

      such that it will have been miraculous

      to have lived our love and sing of it to you.

      Probability of an Event

      1

      The best place to be is in one

      of the restaurants north of the bridge

      on the west side along the river,

      or on a chartered pleasure boat.

      Skiffs with single lanterns

      wander among the cruisers

      selling food and drink. Under the chill

      moonlit sky, one can rent a ride

      and be carried, or walk wearing a hood

      with the sensation felt as a child

      moving through the great open windy world

      of mutilated statues and spoiled food

      and never understanding.

      The traveler from village to village

      and from village to town in the rain

      eventually is found illumined

      by streetlamps in a nightless city,

      in a mud puddle’s yellow bands.

      More than a hundred houses

      along the embankment,

      each with a woman peeping from behind

      a screen, laying out her combs

      and fixing her French knot

      with a mahogany hairpin.

      It is legend that creates place.

      The burning of swamp gas

      and glow of luminescent fungi.

      Otherwise she carries a straw mat

      to an alley and she covers her disease

      with foundation and rouge.

      Tissue paper for the act.

      The yearning of the traveler

      is fire for the world’s

      largest wooden city.

      2

      The firewatcher is eliminated

      in a world of supernatural powers.

      The core of light builds slowly.

      Stalls of bear, monkey, boar, and deer,

      and otter and fox and wolf and weasel

      appear along the quay,

      the chemistry of five AM.

      Roof boats and uncovered taxis vanish.

      The mountain lion is down from the mountain

      on a hook. In a hurry,

      two pairs of sandals forgotten.

      The green blinds are raised.

      Day is a model of the world

      so different from the phantom

      seen before,

      and that perhaps one may hope

      never to see again,

      and can explain what looks like water

      on the road is sky.

      The hot air is next to the road’s

      surface, say, by five in the afternoon,

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