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 Contents | May 2003 More on poetry from The Atlantic Monthly. |
Amateur Iconography: Resurrection
Jesus is back—he's harvesting the dead.by A. E. Stallings ..... He's pulling them up out of the dirt like leeks— By the scruff of the neck, by the wispy hair on the head, Like bulbs in darkness sallowly starting to grow From deep down in the earth where the lost things go— Keys and locks, small change, old hinges, nails. (That's why the living beseech the dead, who know Where missing objects lie.) Jesus has a grip On Adam by the left wrist—he will not slip— And Eve, by her right. They're groggy and don't understand, They died so long ago. With trembling lip, Adam surveys the crowds of new people. And Eve Looks up the emptiness of her limp left sleeve For the hand that was unforgiven and is no more, Ages since withered to dust, and starts to grieve The sinister loss, recalling the heft in that hand Of the flesh of the fruit, and the lightness at the core.
A.E. Stallings is an American Poet who lives in Athen. Her first collection of poetry, Archaic Smile (1999), won the Richard Wilbur Award. Copyright © 2003 by The Atlantic Monthly Group. All rights reserved. The Atlantic Monthly; May 2003; Amateur Iconography: Resurrection; Volume 291, No. 4; 101. | [an error occurred while processing this directive] | ||
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