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Column 800

from Dwellers in the House of the Lord

Intro by Ted Kooser
07.19.2020

Maine’s for­mer poet lau­re­ate, Wes­ley McNair, is one of my favorite writ­ers. Godine has just pub­lished a touch­ing book-length mem­oir, in verse, enti­tled Dwellers in the House of the Lord. Though it’s impos­si­ble to con­vey the sweep of a poem of 63 pages, here is a short excerpt to give you some idea of the poem’s open-hand­ed style. At this point McNair’s sis­ter has sep­a­rat­ed from Mike, her abu­sive hus­band, and the poet’s feel­ings are mixed, just as many of yours might be, or have been, in such a situation.

from Dwellers in the House of the Lord

I, too, am confused. I reach out
to the Mike who calls me
Buddy, the Navy name
for friend, and in every secret
phone call, I reach out also
to my sister, bereft and alone.

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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. From Dwellers in the House of the Lord, (David R. Godine, 2020). Poem copyright ©2020 by Wesley McNair. Reprinted with the permission of David R. Godine, Publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.