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Afterlife - poem by Bruce Snider | Ted Kooser

By TED KOOSER
Enumclaw Courier Herald Columnist
July 22, 2013 · 7:31 AM
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Perhaps there’s a kind of afterlife that is made up of our memories of a departed person, especially as these cling to that person’s belongings. Bruce Snider, who lives and teaches in California, suggests that here.


Afterlife

 

I wake to leafless vines and muddy fields,
patches of standing water. His pocketknife

 

waits in my dresser drawer, still able to gut fish.
I pick up his green shirt, put it on for the fourth day

 

in a row. Outside, the rusty nail he hammered
catches me, leaves its stain on everything.

 

The temperature drops, the whole shore
filling with him: his dented chew can, waders,

 

the cattails kinked, bowing their distress.
At the pier, I use his old pliers to ready the line:

 

fatheads, darters, a blood worm jig. Today, the lake’s
one truth is hardness. When the trout bite,

 

I pull the serviceable things glistening into air.

 

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher ofPoetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2012 by Bruce Snider from his most recent book of poems, Paradise, Indiana, Pleiades Press, 2012. Poem reprinted by permission of Bruce Snider and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2013 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.

 


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