HOUGHTON MIFFLIN HARCOURT
BOSTON NEW YORK
2010
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Hudgins
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Hudgins, Andrew.
American rendering : new and selected poems / Andrew Hudgins.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-0-547-24962-9
I. Title.
PS 3558. U 288 A 83 2010
811'54dc22 2009029079
Book design by Brian Moore
Printed in the United States of America
DOC 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Poems from the following books are reprinted by permission of Houghton
Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. All rights reserved. Saints and Strangers,
copyright 1985 by Andrew Hudgins. After the Lost War, copyright 1988 by
Andrew Hudgins. The Never-Ending, copyright 1991 by Andrew Hudgins. The
Glass Hammer, copyright 1994 by Andrew Hudgins. Babylon in a Jar, copyright
1998 by Andrew Hudgins.
Poems from Ecstatic in the Poison are reprinted by permission of Overlook
Press, copyright 2003 by Andrew Hudgins.
FOR ERIN
Good and evill we know in the field of this World grow up together
almost inseparably; and the knowledge of good is so involv'd and
interwoven with the knowledge of evill, and in so many cunning
resemblances hardly to be discern'd, that those confused seeds
which were impos'd on Psyche as an incessant labour to cull out,
and sort asunder, were not more intermixt. It was from out the
rinde of one apple tasted, that the knowledge of good and evill
as two twins cleaving together leapt forth into the World. And
perhaps this is that doom which Adam fell into of knowing good
and evill, that is to say of knowing good by evill. As therefore the
state of man now is; what wisdome can there be to choose, what
continence to forbeare without the knowledge of evill?
JOHN MILTON, "AREOPAGITICA "
Contents
NEW POEMS
My Daughter 3
Mother 4
Accelerator 5
Lorraine's Song 6
Walking a True Line 7
Everything Before "Happy" Is True 8
After Teaching 9
Under the Horse 10
The Blind Woman's Orchid 11
Abandoning the Play 12
A Handful of Keys 14
Blowfly 15
Outside the Inn 16
Among Verbena 17
Came Back 18
The Circus 19
Cicada 20
The Names of the Lost 21
Courtesy 22
The Afterimage of a Ghost 25
The Bluebird, Singing, Leaps into the Sky 27
Epithalamium 29
American Rendering 30
Lightning Strike in Paradise 32
FROM SAINTS AND STRANGERS (1985)
The Persistence of Nature in Our Lives 35
The Choice the Driver Makes 37
Something Wakes Me Up 38
My Father's House 39
Late Spring in the Nuclear Age 40
Magnolias 41
Awaiting Winter Visitors: Jonathan Edwards, 1749 42
Madonna of the Pomegranate 44
Returning Home to Babylon 45
Saints and Strangers 48
1. At the Piano 48
2. Eve's Sin 50
3. Where the River Jordan Ends 51
4. Loose Change 53
5. The Southern Crescent Was on Time 54
6. A Kiss in Church 57
7. Glossolalia 58
8. Saints and Strangers 60
FROM AFTER THE LOST WAR (1988)
Child on the Marsh 65
At Chancellorsville: The Battle of the Wilderness 68
On the Killing Floor 69
Burial Detail 71
After the Lost War: In MontgomeryAugust 1866 74
Raven Days 78
Reflections on Cold Harbor 79
Fishkill on the Chattahoochee 81
The Summer of the Drought 82
Listen! The Flies 83
His Wife 85
A Husband on the Marsh 86
He Imagines His Wife Dead 90
Dying 91
The Hereafter 95
FROM THE NEVER-ENDING (1991)
How Shall We Sing the Lord's Song in a Strange Land? 99
The Cestello Annunciation 102
The Ugly Flowers 103
Praying Drunk 105
Bewilderments of the Eye 108
Two Ember Days in Alabama 110
Heat Lightning in a Time of Drought 112
The Yellow Harvest 115
In the Game 116
Elegy for My Father, Who Is Not Dead 118
Compost: An Ode 119
The Unpromised Land 121
New Headstones at the Shelby Springs Confederate Cemetery 124
Christ as a Gardener 126
Communion in the Asylum 127
Psalm Against Psalms 128
FROM THE GLASS HAMMER (1994)
The Glass Hammer 133
My Father's Corpse 134
Grandmother's Spit 135
Dog Pile 136
Haircut 137
Transistor Radio 138
Fireflies After Twilight 139
Begotten 140
Blue Danube 141
Magic Button 142
Thus 143
Jack 144
Colonel 146
At Work 147
Hunting with My Brother 148
FROM BABYLON IN A JAR (1998)
The Chinaberry 151
Ashes 153
One Threw a Dirt Clod and It Ran 156
Wind 157
The Daffodils Erupt in Clumps 159
Elegy for the Bees 161
Bodies of Water 162
Babylon in a Jar 165
How to Stop 168
In Alesia 171
Rain 173
Ball 175
Keys 177
When the Weak Lamb Dies 179
Tools: An Ode 181
The Hanging Gardens 182
FROM ECSTATIC IN THE POISON (2003)
In 189
Beneath the Apple 190
The Ship Made for Burning 192
The Cadillac in the Attic 194
Southern Literature 195
The Chinaberry Trees 197
The White Horse 200
Come to Harm 202
The God of Frenzies 204
Behemoth and Leviathan 206
Beatitudes 208
In the Cool of the Evening 209
The Fourth Year of an Eight-Year Drought 211
Land of the White Crows 213
Wasps in August 214
A Joke Walks into a Bar 215
The Long Ship 217
Piss Christ 218
Blur 219
Out 221
Acknowledgments 223
NEW POEMS
My Daughter
After midnight, I dragged carpet padding
from a trash bin and spread it on the asphalt
between the wall and dumpster. Screened from sleet,
I pulled carpet remnants over me, and that night
I married, raised a family, and outlived everyone
except a daughtera teacherand her two children,
one damaged. I woke when a bread truck scraped the bin.
From under damp carpet, I watched punctilious men
sign invoices, sweep, hose down the docks. A boy
in a bloody butcher's smock leaned against the wall
and smoked through bloody fingers.
At night, I search
and sometimes find my daughter. "I make good money now,"
I tell her. "Let me take Teresa home with me.
I can buy the help she needs." My daughter smiles,
asks how I'm doing, and I lose the moment
to my wife, my job, my actual
family, as the thick-faced infant bucks in her arms
or beats her forehead hard and almost musically
against the table. When I clench her to my belly,
she screams, red-faced and rigid. "Hush, hush, hush,"
I serenade her. "O unhushable baby, hush."
Mother
Down the long, wide, and closely trimmed acres of Mammon,
plate toppling with saffron potato salad, I followed my shadow
to an appealingly dilapidated pond. Ghostly koi coasted under ripples
undulating to the tempo of hidden pumps. Fish mouths
mouthed my shadow, and among them moved a golden
adumbration. Voluptuous fins feathered the water, blossoming
like massive chrysanthemums that opened and opened
bud to blowsy, blowsy to blownand gently closed.
Gold propelled itself on delicate explosions, dissolving
and resolving in aureate metamorphoses, golden fish to golden flower,
flower to fish. But fins I thought petals were actually,
I could not believe this, wings. It was a trained bird, a pullet,
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