New Poets: Eric Anderson
The Granta New Poets series showcases the best new work by writers who have or are about to publish their first pamphlet or book. Today, we publish two poems by rising talent, Eric Anderson, which will be followed tomorrow by a dialogue with previous New Poet, Sean Borodale.
Wanting to get it all in, like
Xerxes tipping his army’s arrows
so to ignite the Grecian sky,
I remember the shock of grass
and early bulbs.
The surfacing of winter
sparrows long buried, having burrowed
under the brook ice.
evening and the sound
of engine shot.
Trying to hide
my father’s hunting knife
inside the piano body.
Composition for a Synthetic Blend
Bed in a white room, headboard
to the west, mattress
stuffed with wheat and oat straw
perfumed with balsam, linens
rolled in resin and balm.
In his wife’s place, a timber note:
cedar wood, oak, silver pine, and seed.
A thether if only for a finite time.
The perfumer working in the hours
will warm the space
making his solutions useless.
What else?, he asks, pressing glass plates
against a layer of leaves
so their essence will fix
to a glaze of animal fat
What else lingered as you passed
those last days refusing to leave this room?
by Eric Anderson.
Image by Hitchster.