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August 2, 2012
Elegy with Oil in the Bilge

 

It would be nice if we could all get one last ride through a part of our lives we’d left behind. Patrick Phillips, who lives in Brooklyn, is our guide and pilot in this fine poem.

Elegy with Oil in the Bilge 

By the time we got out on the water
the sun was so low, it wasn’t like water
but a field of gray snow that we plowed
in one endless white furrow of water
as I skirted the rocks and wrecked trawlers
and abandoned old jetties just under the water,
while you moaned in the bow, slick with fever,
whispering back to whatever the water
chattered and hissed through the hull—
until at last there were lights on the water
and I let the old Mercury rattle and sputter
its steaming gray rainbows out onto the water
as we drifted, at idle, for the last time in your life,
through that beloved, indifferent harbor.
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2011 by Patrick Phillips, whose most recent book of poems is Boy,VQR Poetry Series, 2008. Poem reprinted from the New England Review, Vol. 32, no. 2, 2011, by permission of Patrick Phillips and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2013 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.

 

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