Posted: November 18, 2012 in Uncategorized

National Book Award Winner David Ferry

Silver Birch Press

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SCRIM

Poem by David Ferry

I sit here in a shelter behind the words
Of what I’m writing, looking out as if
Through a dim curtain of rain, that keeps me in here.

The words are like a scrim upon a page,
Obscuring what might be there beyond the scrim.
I can dimly see there’s something or someone there.

But I can’t tell if it’s God, or one of his angels,
Or the past, or future, or who it is I love,
My mother or father lost, or my lost sister,

Or my wife lost when I was too late to get there,
I only know that there’s something, or somebody, there.
Tell me your name. How was it that I knew you?

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Note:David Ferry (born in 1924 — making him 88 years old!) won the 2012 National Book Award for Poetry for Bewilderment: New Poems and…

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