unless I’d closed them for sleep or love or to keep
myself from being afraid while now being
behind my closed lids is more than seductive
it’s normal and along with it the temptation keeps
taking me why not stay why not let myself stay
here so that other unspeakable thought-thing I dare
not confront might not take me and how not believe
if I were to stay here behind this veil the appalling
truth wouldn’t when it arrived surprise me at all
*
Fine
I’m fine I like to proclaim I’m doing just
fine is what I do claim everything’s excellent
working better than could be hoped
everyone’s optimistic I repeat and repeat
except what I don’t claim or not aloud
is that my ending has arrived in a new way
I mean the end I’ve lived through more
than a few times real dying other diseases
pneumonia car wrecks all of that crap
but this time the dying I’ve lived with these
many decades seem enfolded or crushed in me
and is merely waiting patiently waiting
for it and my cringing body to choose
the month hour second which when it arrives
I’ll only know but here upon me it will be
Contents List
11 Flame
12 Diagnosis
13 Box
14 Heading Home
15 Pops
16 My Body
17 Telling
18 Next
19 Face
20 First Dying
21 Names
22 You
23 Tasks
24 Really
25 Eyes
26 Bone
27 Old
28 Symptoms
29 Secrets
30 Labor
31 Rays
32 Better
33 Rage
34 Impatience
35 My Double
36 What
37 Worse
38 How Many
39 Friends
40 Fine
41 The Past
42 Everyone
43 Here
44 Coward
45 Wounded Earth
46 Embrace
47 Bad Day
48 The Heart
49 Lonely
50 Begun Again
51 Can It Be Lost?
52 Trees
53 Crying
54 Others
55 Air
56 Depression
57 Day Off
58 Against Me
59 Lord Death
60 Life
61 Whenever
62 Farewell
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‘A voice that has become utterly distinctive: restless, passionate, dogged, and uncompromising in its quest to find and speak the truth…an intelligence both compassionate and fierce…poems that delve into everything from the most joyous and private matters of the heart (he is one of our greatest love poets) to the chaos and horror of politics, warfare, and our species’ seemingly innate penchant for cruelty and self-destruction… Few poets leave behind them a body of work that is global in its ambition and achievement, but C.K. Williams is one of them. His poetry will speak to future generations, as it does to us, of what it was to be human in our time’ – Chase Twichell.
‘One feels in the textures of Williams's writing a pure conviction and a commitment to seeing a higher dimension to poetry. When Williams writes of educating the soul and of the spiritually transforming power of beauty, he is convincing.’ – Ian Tromp, Poetry
‘Beautifully intricate, contentious, strikingly ardent poems by one of our great contemporary poets.’ – Joyce Carol Oates, The Millions
‘As an artifact of [Williams's] life, the book is timely and essential, passionately elaborating on all the major themes of Williams's oeuvre: sex, death and dying; the loneliness of living on the earth without a present God; the disjunction between psyche and society. Williams was known for his insistently ethical approach to writing poems… and what is most powerful about these later poems is his willingness to follow through. There are poems of great beauty here.’ – Katy Lederer, The New York Times, on Selected Later Poems