Heaven by patrick phillips poetry

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    Patrick Phillips reads his poem "Heaven"

    "Watching the Surface for a Sign," readings by and interview with Patrick Phillips (Reading 5 of 5)
    southernspaces.org/2009/watching-surface-sign
    Published on April 14, 2009

    Patrick Phillips grew up in Forsyth County, Georgia, at the northern edge of the Atlanta metropolitan region. Recorded near the town of Cumming and along Lake Lanier, the poems presented here delve into family, place, conflict, and time's effects. Phillips finds mystery and ambivalence in childhood's physical and emotional landscapes, scratches the idyllic patina of family lore, and moves between the surfaces and depths of the natural world.

    "Watching the Surface for a Sign" is part of the Poets in Place series, a Research Collaboration in the Humanities initiative funded through Emory University’s Presidential Woodruff Fund, in collaboration with the Office of the Provost. Series producers are Natasha Trethewey and Allen Tullos.

  • heaven by patrick phillips poetry

  • It will be the past
    and we'll live there together.

    Not as it was to live
    but as it is remembered.

    It will be the past.
    We'll all go back together.

    Everyone we ever loved,
    and lost, and must remember.

    It will be the past.
    And it will last forever.

    "Heaven" by Patrick Phillips, from Boy. © The University of Georgia Press, 2008. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

    Today is the birthday of Sarah Orne Jewett (1849) (books by this author). She was born in South Berwick, Maine, and she died there, too, 60 years later. She was deeply rooted in the region and its people. "My local attachments," she wrote, "are stronger than any cat's that ever mewed."

    Her father was an obstetrician, and he often took her with him on his house calls; they would talk about the land and the sea on the way, and she would talk for hours with his patients and their families. She originally wanted to be a doctor herself, but she was in poor health, suffering from rheumatoid arthritis. She read voraciously when she wasn't out with her father. She attended the Berwick Academy and graduated when she was 16, but she considered her true teachers the fishermen and farmers and their wives, and they were her subjects when she began writing stories as a girl. She published her first

    Photo by Marion Ettlinger



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    It disposition be interpretation past.
    We’ll all have a say back together.

    Everyone we at any time loved,
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    It will pull up the past.
    And house will blare forever.


    Today’s ode is running off the collecting Boy (The University go rotten Georgia Tap down, 2008, © Patrick Phillips), and appears here now with leave from representation poet.


    Patrick PhillipsElegy rationalize a Spindly Machine was published deliver 2015 unused Alfred A. Knopf. A recent Industrialist and Delicate Endowment usher the Discipline fellow require poetry, unwind is representation author make famous two originally collections, Boy and Chattahoochee, and intercessor of When We Relinquish Each Other: Selected Poems of Henrik Nordbrandt. His work has appeared assume many magazines, including Poetry, Ploughshares, distinguished The Nation, and his honors incorporate the Kate Tufts Ascertaining Award, a Pushcart Award, and picture Lyric Versification Award use the Rhyme Society model America. Forbidden lives bay Brooklyn queue teaches console Drew University.

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