{"id":12147,"date":"2022-07-29T03:48:00","date_gmt":"2022-07-29T03:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=12147"},"modified":"2022-07-29T17:46:50","modified_gmt":"2022-07-29T17:46:50","slug":"two-poems-nick-stanovic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=12147","title":{"rendered":"TWO POEMS &#8211; Nick Stanovick"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>AUBADE<\/strong>&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nWoke to the sounds of bells, or the sounds<br \/>\nof great sorrow, where summer was<br \/>\na pinprick, and we drove the rim of a country,<br \/>\nsweetjuice in your laugh.<\/p>\n<p>I had a name for all your angers&#8211;scarlet<br \/>\nlever, cardinaled fist,<br \/>\nO skittish kite, twirl there in rainfall\u2019s<br \/>\nafterglow. Yes, the canopy<\/p>\n<p>of your touch won\u2019t salve, the nape<br \/>\nof your neck a cool river.<br \/>\nCanoe me. Foster me another chance.<br \/>\nThe meadow\u2019s arrival, my palms<\/p>\n<p>touching the tops of flower, then stars hung<br \/>\nby tiny strings, and the moon,<br \/>\nfirst a fingernail, then, a halo<br \/>\nhalved, gaining its clarity.<\/p>\n<p>Below what we cannot reason, rectangles<br \/>\nmultiply themselves into<br \/>\nhomes, the daylight giving your shadow<br \/>\ndensity, though I cannot<\/p>\n<p>dwell in the sleep of it. Forgive<br \/>\nmy salt&#8211;the fineness<br \/>\nthat wonders what to make of polar ends,<br \/>\nto be here and not, everything set to expire.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<hr>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>NOTE TO CANCER<\/strong><br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nRemember, in those waning days,<br \/>\nwhere the house filled with faces<br \/>\nand flowers and I took drives<br \/>\nthrough the mountains, haunted<br \/>\nby the brightness of summer,<br \/>\njust to get away from people<br \/>\nsharing with her half-life body<br \/>\ntheir final letters.<\/p>\n<p>There was that book, remember,<br \/>\nlittle and red like our eyes,<br \/>\nand my father would pull over that small<br \/>\nchair, and sit next to her hospice bed,<br \/>\nand she would fight off the weight<br \/>\nof you enough to turn her naked<br \/>\nbody towards him, childlike,<br \/>\nand in her chest, bells, chiming.<\/p>\n<p>In my torment, I roam<br \/>\nthe hours he spent next to her, with<br \/>\nthat little red book of love poems,<br \/>\nhis voice strangled by the<br \/>\ncrescent of her mouth,<br \/>\nwhere acres of breath<br \/>\ndwindled to inches.<\/p>\n<p>Remember hearing him?<br \/>\nWere you moved?<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\n&nbsp;<br \/>\nNick Stanovick is a writer and educator living in Brooklyn. He is an alumnus of Temple University and Auburn University, an International Poetry Slam Champion, and the winner of the Robert Hughes Mount Jr. Prize. His poems have appeared in <em>Spillway, Vinyl, The Academy of American Poets, Ghost City Review<\/em>, and <em>Drunk In a Midnight Choir<\/em> among others. He is currently an MFA candidate at Queens College in New York City.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Art: Sunrise by Friedrich Haag<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12348,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[399],"class_list":["post-12147","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-photo-sunrise-by-friedrich-haag"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12147","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=12147"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12147\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12353,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12147\/revisions\/12353"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/12348"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12147"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12147"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12147"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}