"A Place" by Robert Schultz / "Ancestral Altar" by Binh Danh

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August 11, 2010

"A Place" by Robert Schultz / "Ancestral Altar" by Binh Danh

A PLACE

He makes altars for the lost, a place
To pray and to question the dead.
He makes portraits out of sun and leaves.

To pray and to question the dead,
I sit before ancestral altars.
They have questions of their own.

I sit before ancestral altars
And the dead have questions:
“How could this have happened?”

I have gazed for hours at their startled faces.
He makes portraits out of sun and leaves,
Builds altars for the lost, a place.

-- Robert Schultz

Posted by The Best American Poetry on August 11, 2010 at 09:01 PM in Art, Collaborations, Poems | Permalink

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Hi, I'd like to know if anyone could help me finding more works by Veronica Castrillon. Is any of her works in any collective "Best american poetry" books?

One of her poems was posted in this site:

http://thebestamericanpoetry.typepad.com/the_best_american_poetry/2008/12/growing-god-by.html

Thank you in advance

John

Posted by: John | August 12, 2010 at 09:48 AM

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