American Life in Poetry: Column 216


Judy Loest lives in Knoxville and, like many fine Appalachian writers, her poems have a welcoming conversational style, rooted in that region's storytelling tradition. How gracefully she sweeps us into the landscape and the scene!


Leaves drift from the cemetery oaks onto late grass,

Sun-singed, smelling like straw, the insides of old barns.

The stone angel's prayer is uninterrupted by the sleeping

Vagrant at her feet, the lone squirrel, furtive amid the litter.

Someone once said my great-grandmother, on the day she died,

rose from her bed where she had lain, paralyzed and mute

For two years following a stroke, and dressed herself--the good

Sunday dress of black crepe, cotton stockings, sensible, lace-up shoes.

I imagine her coiling her long white braid in the silent house,

Lying back down on top of the quilt and folding her hands,

Satisfied. I imagine her born-again daughters, brought up

In that tent-revival religion, called in from kitchens and fields

To stand dismayed by her bed like the sisters of Lazarus,

Waiting for her to breathe, to rise again and tell them what to do.

Here, no cross escapes the erosion of age, no voice breaks

The silence; the only certainty in the crow's flight

Or the sun's measured descent is the coming of winter.

Even the angel's outstretched arms offer only a formulated

Grace, her blind blessings as indiscriminate as acorns,

Falling on each of us, the departed and the leaving.

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright (c)2007 by Judy Loest. Poem reprinted from "After Appalachia," Finishing Line Press, 2007, by permission of Judy Loest and the publisher. Introduction copyright (c)2009 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.