Last year I profiled American poet Sara Eliza Johnson. For a link to that blog post click here. Because of formatting issues at the time, since rectified, I was not able to include a poem I had wanted to highlight in that blog post. Here it is: Lesson After walking for many hours in the […]
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“THE ACHE” – The Delicious Peril of the Poetry of Sara Eliza Johnson
November 3, 2015 – 5:19 pm
From View From the Fence, On Which I Sit and Dangle My Legs The horses are beating inside the field. The horses are the night’s blood congealed. Moon-whipped horses, frost-spun, clicking their teeth against dead grass. Horses with stomachs full of dust, how the flies pick at their eyes, in love. Sara Eliza Johnson from […]