#rae armantrout

[mirefireflies]

on hauntings

goodbye, my danish sweetheart - mitski / seven - taylor swift / the return - dean gioia / unbidden - rae armantrout / ghosts - maureen bloomfield / i know the end - phoebe bridgers / ghosts - katherineblower

[the-final-sentence]

If a baby can make the mobile spin, see the parade of animals, she'll tug the string again.

Rae Armantrout, from "Ghost Gear"

[loveakii]

succession / rae armantrout

[beguines]

Rae Armantrout, "Advent"

[soleilinfini]

rae armantrout, traffic

[pendraegon]

[woundgallery]

[riverbird]

"The eerie thing is that ghosts don’t exist. Rows of clear droplets hang from stripped twigs instead."

— Rae Armantrout, Instead

[dk-thrive]

like ghosts we pass back and forth

Like ghosts we pass back and forth between times, stunned, unable to feel what we touch. We believe in abstractions. That’s one way to explain our failure to prepare.

— Rae Armantrout, from “Preparedness” in NY Times, June 8, 2023

[anthonyopal]

THE ECONOMY MAGAZINE ANTHOLOGY contains highlights from The Economy Magazine (2012-2015), including work by:

Rae Armantrout

Brooklyn Copeland

Schuyler Dickson

Emily Kendal Frey

Annelyse Gelman

Chloe Honum

Fanny Howe

Douglas Kearney

Nate Klug

Rickey Laurentiis

Anthony Madrid

Michael Martone

Ange Mlinko

Allan Peterson

Christina Pugh

Michael Robbins

Jacob Saenz

Joshua Marie Wilkinson

Christian Wiman

Editor: Anthony Opal

Booklets, 7 vols, 7 x 5.25 in

Language: English

ISBN: 978-1-7356630-3-6

Published: September 18, 2020

*excerpt from “Overtake” by Rae Armantrout, Vol. 2

[violettesiren]

The ghosts swarm. They speak as one person. Each loves you. Each has left something undone.

Did the palo verde blush yellow all at once?

Today's edges are so sharp

they might cut anything that moved.

The way a lost word

will come back unbidden.

You're not interested in it now,

only in knowing where it's been.

Unbidden by Rae Armantrout

[loosejournal]

Dusk by Rae Armantrout

spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I'm not like that!

[poem-today]

A poem by Rae Armantrout

Stitch

There's nothing so lovely as a prolonged vanishing. 

This is true if you mean sunset in Iceland, 

false if it's the memory-care facility by the abandoned shopping mall.

You can’t think a thought and judge it all at once 

so we invented juggling and the caesura,

the heartbeat’s stitch in the ocean of time.

Rae Armantrout

First published in The New Yorker, April 2024

Listen to Rae Armantrout read her poem.

More poems by Rae Armantrout are available on the Poetry Foundation site.

[various-stormsnsaints]

[amaised44]

[soleilinfini]

rae armantrout, sparks