AMERICAN “A labyrinth has only one path; a maze has many./To call it also a home lessens the fact that it is really a cage./You cannot lose yourself in a cage./As Socrates points out, describing a line of argument, a labyrinth will take you back to the beginning—the source—if you are not consumed by the monster along the way./The source?/ POETRY REVIEW I have my mother’s eyes.” — BACHMANN, p. 23 JANUARY/FEBRUARY 2021 VOL. 50/NO. 1 $5 US/$7 CA DECLARATION OF INTERDEPENDENCE & OTHER POEMS KAZIM ALI MOUNTAIN TIME LYNN MELNICK REFUSENIK JOHN MORRISON HEADPHONE MASTERPIECES ALSO DANUSHA LAMÉRIS CAMPBELL MCGRATH PAISLEY REKDAL APAPRWRWEBEB.O.ORGRG PHOTO: FRED VIEBAHN The American Poetry Review (issn 0360-3709) is published bimonthly by World Poetry, Inc., a non-profi t corporation, and Old City Publishing, Inc. Edi torial offi ces: 1906 Rittenhouse Square, Philadelphia, PA 19103-5735. Subscription rates: U.S.: 3 years, $78.00; 2 years, $56.00; 1 year, $32.00. Foreign rates: 3 years, $129.00; 2 years, $92.00; 1 year, $49.00. Single copy, $5.00. Special classroom adoption rate per year per student: JANUARY/FEBRUARY 2021 VOL. 50/NO. 1 $14.00. Free teacher’s subscription with classroom adoption. Subscription mail should be addressed to The American IN THIS ISSUE Poetry Review, c/o Old City Publishing, 628 N. 2nd Street, Philadelphia, PA 19123-3002. www.aprweb.org. RITA DOVE 3 Declaration of Interdependence & Other Poems Editor Elizabeth Scanlon KAZIM ALI 4 Mountain Time Business Manager SANDRA SIMONDS 7 I Gave Birth in Another Era Mike Duff y & Other Poems Editorial Assistant MATTHEW MINICUCCI 10 A Primer on Listening for Bird Thalia Geiger Species in Lady Bird Johnson Grove, CA General Counsel Dennis J. Brennan, Esq. JOHN MORRISON 11 Headphone Masterpieces: On Gil Scott-Heron’s Contributing Editors Christopher Buckley, Deborah Burnham, Winter in America George Economou, Jan Freeman, Leonard AMY BEEDER 13 Eating Wasps & Figure of a Comet Gontarek, Everett Hoagland, Steven Kleinman, in the Bayeux Tapestry Teresa Leo, Kate Northrop, Marjorie Perloff , Ethel Rackin, Natania Rosenfeld, Michael CAMPBELL MCGRATH 14 The Moon & The Caves Ryan, Jack Sheehan, Peter Siegenthaler, Lauren LYNN MELNICK 16 Refusenik Rile Smith, Valerie Trueblood, Joe Wenderoth DIANE SEUSS 20 [My earliest memory is Founder telling myself stories without] Stephen Berg & Other Sonnets (1934–2014) SPENCER REECE 21 How Simultaneous We Are: Co-founder An Appreciation of Kimberly Grey Sidney H. Berg APR Books (1909–1973) BETH BACHMANN 23 Ouroboros Essay Periodical postage paid, Philadelphia, PA, and at additional offi ces. Postmaster: Please send address changes to The DANUSHA LAMÉRIS 26 Barefoot & Other Poems American Poetry Review, 1906 Rittenhouse Square, LOURDES HEUER 28 In the Beginning Philadelphia, PA 19103-5735. Nationwide distribution: TNG, 1955 Lake Park Dr. SE, Suite 400, PAISLEY REKDAL 29 Appropriation as Racial Hoax Smyrna, GA 30080, (770) 863-9000. M edia Solutions, 9632 Madison Blvd., Madison, AL 35758, (800) 476-5872. Printed MARILYN HACKER 34 Pantoum with Trombone Player in U.S.A. & Elegy Advertising correspondence should be addressed to The FRITZ WARD 36 American Poetry Review, 1906 Rittenhouse Square, from Born [My oars fail me.] Philadelphia, PA 19103-5735. & from Born [Welcome:] Vol. 50, No. 1. Copyright © 2021 by World Poetry, Inc. and KARTHIK PURUSHOTHAMAN 37 Notes from the Wilderness: Old City Publishing, Inc. a member of the Old City Publishing Group. All rights, including translation into other languages, An Interview with Philip Metres are reserved by the publishers in the United States, Great Brit- GERALD STERN 40 Lest I Forget Thee ain, Mexico, Canada, and all countries participating in the Universal Copy right Conventions, the International Copy- right Convention, and the Pan American Convention. Noth- BOARD OF DIRECTORS ing in this publication may be reproduced without permission Jonathan Katz, Chair Ethel Rackin Ava Seave of the publisher. Margot Berg Elizabeth Scanlon Nicole Steinberg Eileen Neff All previously published issues of APR from the fi rst in 1972 to 2013 are accessible online through JSTOR—www.jstor.org. BOARD OF ADVISORS Linda Lee Alter Rayna Block Goldfarb Judith Newman The American Poetry Revieww receives state arts funding support Natalie Bauman Werner Gundersheimer Carol Parssinen through a grant from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts, a Richard Boyle Lynne Honickman S. Mary Scullion, R.S.M. state agency funded by the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. Marianne E. Brown William Kistler Peter Straub This magazine is assisted by a grant from The Die trich Paul Cummins Edward T. Lewis Rose Styron Helen W. Drutt English Foundation. The columns in APR are forums for their authors, who write Ann Beattie Carolyn Forché Joyce Carol Oates with out editorial interference. Robert Coles Edward Hirsch Cynthia Ozick Rita Dove Emily Mann Frederick Seidel The Editors are grateful for the opportunity to consider un solicited manuscripts. Please enclose a stamped, self- addressed envelope with your manuscript or submit online at www.aprweb.org. ANNUAL PRIZES Subscription blank: p. 36 THE STANLEY KUNITZ MEMORIAL PRIZE: A prize of $1,000 and publication of the winning Index of Advertisers: p. 36 poem in The American Poetry Review, awarded to a poet under 40 years of age in honor of the late Stanley Kunitz’s dedication to mentoring poets. THE APR/HONICKMAN FIRST BOOK PRIZE: In partnership with The Honickman Foundation, an annual prize for a fi rst book of poetry, with an award of $3,000, an introduction by the judge, publication of the book, and distribution by Copper Canyon Press through Consortium. 2 THE AMERICAN POETRY REVIEW FOUR POEMS RITA DOVE Declaration of Interdependence Ode on a Shopping List Found Hooknose, Canada Goose, slit-eyed Toucan. in Last Season’s Shorts Porch monkey, baboon, trash-talking magpie. Wedged into a pocket, this folded paper scrap I cover my head in adoration, just as you doff your hat. has been flattened to a pink-tinged patch— Do not rub my head. Don’t even think about it. faint echo to the orange plaid cotton shorts I bob as I chant, I pray as I breathe. Does that disgust you? that even back then barely cupped my butt. I shout to the Lord, dance out my joy. Does that amuse you? To my knowledge I have never terminated a deity. Milk tops the chart. Then bottled water, Last time I looked, I did not have a tail. crackers, paper towels: staples bought in bulk, Business is not “in” my blood. I attended university. I studied. my husband’s jurisdiction—meaning I am a trained athlete.Nothing I do on the court is natural. we must have made several stops, together. Matzo is not a culinary delicacy: There wasn’t a menu. Then why is “Home Depot” scratched out but Fried chicken will kill you just as easy as the Colonel. not the light bulb we would have found there? You buy tickets to hear me crack jokes about my tribe. Are you uncomfortable yet? Batteries for him, styling gel for me, Suddenly you’re walking up the same street I’m walking down. emery boards, wasp spray, glycerin for shine: Are you frightened yet? You laugh, and forget. I laugh, and remember. What contingencies were we equipping for, I laugh to forget, and the thorn deepens. why were we running everywhere at once? Excuse me, but what do vermin actually look like? And now I see it: Ritter Sport, Almond Joy, Raccoons are intelligent, curious, and highly industrious. Mars Bars and Neccos for the father I am not the problem or even a problem. Problems have provenance; someone whose ravenous sweet tooth was not what created them. killed him. In the summer of that last birthday, I’m neither exotic nor particularly earthy. I was a child once; I who could have known there would be belonged to someone. no more road trips to buy for, no place to go but No, I do not know how to play the violin. Sorry, I’m tone-deaf. No rhythm here. home? I’ll never wear these shorts again. Bagel-dog, Bronx Indian, Beastie Boy. Buckwheat, Burr Head, banjo lips. I have never even seen a well. This Is the Poem I Did Not Write So is thatt a poplar? while sorting mail, responding to posts. Do not talk about my mother. Chasing a dream I can’t quite remember, Do not talk about my mother. remembering things I never dreamed The Terror and the Pity could happen. Putting on rice, the laundry, all the times it was time for pills or injections, as in: cold pain, shitty pain, a shock, a shirring, a ripple. mounting the elliptical: stairs up, stairs down. One martini late in the day. Writing others— sharp, of course. more variously: crisp or piercing, clean or fuzzy. less impatient ones, better behaved. a whisper. a tickle cresting, then settling down. (good.) the reliable dull roar. Rita Dove won the Pulitzer Prize for her third book of poetry, Thomas and Beulah, in 1987 sheered through. a cold punch followed and was U.S. Poet Laureate 1993–95. She received the National Humanities Medal from Pres- by radiating calm . ident Clinton and the National Medal of Arts from President Obama—the only poet ever to receive both. Her many honors include a 2017 NAACP Image Award (for Collected Poems 1974–20044), the Heinz Award in the Arts and Humanities, and the Academy of American can it be sour? yes. salty? Poets’ Wallace Stevens Award. She is the Henry Hoyns Professor of Creative Writing at the Uni- perhaps; bitter, definitely; versity of Virginia. Her eleventh collection of poetry, Playlist for the Apocalypse, is forthcoming next summer from W.W.