G.C. Waldrep’s most recent books are feast gently (Tupelo, 2018), winner of the William Carlos Williams Award from the Poetry Society of America; The Earliest Witnesses (Tupelo/Carcanet, 2021); and The Opening Ritual (Tupelo, forthcoming 2024). Waldrep lives in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania, where he teaches at Bucknell University.
Poetry
Fall 2024
We Want to Know
the precise moment of the forest’s survivalwe want to commemorate itbut we can’t determine it, our best scientistshave tried & triedour most brilliant philosophersour physicists have developed intricatechronological apparatuses, to […]
Poetry
Fall 2024
Mutualism
The deer I dream, pausing among the ossuaries.There are roads that lead to birth.Distance is a prey to the fire of criminal stars.The return, an ark we climb towards nightly(it […]
Nature's Nature: A Gathering of Poetry
May/June 2015
darkling copse
child-snow’s hive-like glyph sextons mission, egg, tongue a replica, this filament casts no shadow wool sheared from some hybrid gambling reckoned in ampler thorn-mesh egg-probe-mission tongue, an enclave bets against […]
Nature's Nature: A Gathering of Poetry
May/June 2015
wild turkeys on sunday
arrested, field-in-hythe a queue forms, vision is licensed against its greater mesh precision is not, as some claim, a virtue oxygens axis mundi evolves a cartographer’s salt (breathe it gently) […]
Nature's Nature: A Gathering of Poetry
May/June 2015
Vocation
the green memory presses its face against the safety glass it murmurs —Talitha cumi in the dioramabodies rest in rotation a little milk can’t paraphrase I offer my bread to […]
Nature's Nature: A Gathering of Poetry
May/June 2015
blind rose
my friend reminds me that every rose is “blind,” they have no ocular faculty as such among the snows of the mind’s planet-semblance I draw a braille’s clear water in […]
Nature's Nature: A Gathering of Poetry
May/June 2015
Fox-Breath (para-chantry)
It would be rank. It would be mute, & then immutable. You would not be able to hide inside it. No language but misprision, the concept of. The squalor of […]
Poetry
Winter 2007
Evensong: All Eyes Sharper
Not easily: the field or the forcep. The saint in his pine box says nothing. Not the light tracing the curve of a doe's neck at evening. Not the evening. […]
Poetry
Winter 2007
Bergson’s Arrow
Rain in the holly, rain on the shelf of self. Many things may be blamed on the fall line: the mechanization of flour and weapons production, the […]
Poetry
Winter 2007
Many of Us Identify with Animals
Half a toy being better than none. A forest being better than none. An argot, a pidgin. And the miraculous brevity of small objects. A broken comb. Detach'd leg of […]
Poetry
Winter 2007
Every Apple, Every Dreamer, Every Prime
At the top of the stairs: a horse. No, the shadow of a horse. No: a shadow as if cast by stair: if cast: (that is, thrown): as if recollection. […]