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Column 652

Red Rover

Intro by Ted Kooser
09.17.2017

Last week we pub­lished a poem from Jill Bialosky’s new book from Knopf, The Play­ers, and if you did­n’t see it you can find it on our web­site, www​.amer​i​can​lifein​po​et​ry​.org. The poet is a New York­er, an edi­tor at W. W. Nor­ton, and a daugh­ter griev­ing the loss of loved ones. It’s unusu­al for us to print two poems by one poet, in sequence, but this one and the one from last week go very well together. 

Red Rover

We take our last walk.
Walls stripped of portraits,
 
warped mirrors, dressing tables,
and the grandfather clock
 
with its stoic face
and elaborate gentle fingers.
 
For years we struggled to break
free of the closeness of rooms,
 
the obligation of birth order,
the metaphysics that bind
 
one element to the other,
as if we were still wild girls
 
playing wild rover in the garden,
breaking through a chain of linked hands.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. 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 ©2015 by Jill Bialosky, “Red Rover,” from The Players, (Alfred A. Knopf, 2015). Poem reprinted by permission of Jill Bialosky and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.