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quiet as it’s kept
no one tells you about these boys : their quiet feminism
grows like wildflowers : in their mothers’ gardens : you
should take a field
trip : i’m telling you : they are
like
architechtural flourishes
unseen
all about town : baroquing
libraries : finishing museums with clean modern lines : no
one tells you not to look past neat
in search of
shine
or brawn : the masculinity that winks and whistles at you
like times
square or roars and kicks up dust like a pick-up
truck : the open
secret of such sexiness has its charms :
but the boys who open doors for men
and
women : who
catch you watching them adjust
their glasses and eye you
a smile : no one tells you what such subtle signs can mean
: i’m telling you that these boys
flowering
flourishing
and their quiet twinkling eyes can spark enough heat to warm
you through a massachusetts winter : pools of melt making
mud of your footprints : behind you
the ice freezing silently
over your private spring
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Evie Shockley is a poet and scholar. Her most recent poetry collections, the new black (Wesleyan, 2011) and semiautomatic (Wesleyan, 2017), both won the Hurston/Wright Legacy Award; the latter was also a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize and the LA Times Book Prize. Her poetry has appeared internationally in print and audio formats, in English and in translation. She has received the Lannan Literary Award for Poetry, the Stephen Henderson Award, the Holmes National Poetry Prize, and fellowships from the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study and Cave Canem, among others. Shockley is Professor of English at Rutgers University.
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I am so happy to make this poet's acquaintance via such a wonderfully unexpected take on the M-word!Thank you both!
Posted by: clarinda | March 13, 2022 at 12:14 PM
Thank you for calling attention to Eve Shockley and especially this poem. Head-clearing and very welcome. (I just saw The Power of the Dog. 🙀)
Posted by: Holly | March 13, 2022 at 12:26 PM
*Evie. Sheesh! (As if typos weren’t my signature.)
Posted by: HS | March 13, 2022 at 12:30 PM
wonderfully insightful, lyrically exultant, totally satisfying poetic experience, thank you
Posted by: lally | March 13, 2022 at 01:03 PM
Clarinda: Glad you liked it.
Posted by: Terence Winch | March 13, 2022 at 01:08 PM
You're very welcome, Holly. I'm pleased you liked it.
Posted by: Terence Winch | March 13, 2022 at 01:09 PM
Gorgeous! I was just talking about this very subject yesterday--the beautiful vulnerability of little boys, especially. Love this poem, Evie!
Posted by: Denise Duhamel | March 13, 2022 at 01:39 PM
EVIE: You know I've always loved you; and that I've taught THE NEW BLACK in class. Now, with this poem, I see your heart again. And your private spring. Thank you.
GRACE
Posted by: Grace Cavalieri | March 13, 2022 at 01:40 PM
We have a winner.
Posted by: april havoc | March 13, 2022 at 01:53 PM
Beautiful and heart-melting for this cold time. Thank you.
Posted by: Beth J | March 13, 2022 at 04:31 PM
Beautiful and so true. Love this poem.
Posted by: Eileen | March 13, 2022 at 05:20 PM
Thank you all for the generous, kind words about this poem! (And a special thanks & hello to Grace!!)
Peace,
Evie
Posted by: Evie Shockley | March 13, 2022 at 07:26 PM
Beautiful poem, Evie. Wonderful lines and a great reminder of the sweetness inside of so many boys. Thank you.
Posted by: Ann Bracken | March 13, 2022 at 08:15 PM
What an enjoyable poem! I could want to go back to boyhood and this time make a better go of it.
Posted by: Peter Kearney | March 20, 2022 at 08:04 PM