Yeti Tell me again that nothing’s there, that never was At all, except in places where things slip, or pause, Yet register, on some high ridge where something moves And then is gone. As though a bridge of snow should lose Its grip, and drop away, but leave a shadow where Such vanishing might still deceive in that thin air.
Jared Carter’s most recent collection, The Land Itself, is from Monongahela Books in West Virginia. His Darkened Rooms of Summer: New and Selected Poems, with an introduction by Ted Kooser, was published by the University of Nebraska Press in 2014. A recipient of several literary awards and fellowships, Carter is from the state of Indiana in the U.S.
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