“Smell and Envy” by Douglas Goetsch
Poetry 180: A Poem a Day for American High Schools, Hosted by Billy Collins, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2001-2003
Smell and Envy
You nature poets think you've got it, hostaged somewhere in Vermont or Oregon, so it blooms and withers only for you, so all you have to do is name it: primrose - and now you're writing poetry, and now you ship it off to us, to smell and envy. But we are made of newspaper and smoke and we dunk your roses in vats of blue. Birds don't call, our pigeons play it close to the vest. When the moon is full we hear it in the sirens. The Pleiades you could probably buy downtown. Gravity is the receiver on the hook. Mortality we smell on certain people as they pass.
from Nobody's Hell, 1999
Hanging Loose Press, Brooklyn, NY
Copyright 1999 by Douglas Goetsch.
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About the Poet
Douglas Goetsch (1963- ) is the author of three poetry collections, including Nameless Boy (Orchises Press, 2015). His work has appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, The Gettysburg Review, The American Scholar, Best American Poetry, The Pushcart Prize and numerous other journals and anthologies.
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