Conversation Among Stones
By Willie Lin
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Through fields of wild grass, restless seascapes, and cities tinged with sand, Willie Lin's debut collection of poetry questions what can remain and what must be pared away in our search for truth. Conversation Among Stones speaks both to the inanimate—misremembered histories, photographs, the dead—and to the voices in our daily lives that reverberate with disagreement and confusion. Punctuated by doubt and resistant to easy transformations, these poems listen and revise. With striking restraint and simultaneous abundance, these poems attempt to reconcile the desire for answers with the necessity of not knowing.
Turn by turn, this collection catalogs moments of approach, fervor, and strife and carries us into a profound quest for understanding: “And that was one conviction: / that we must be to one another / what the world is not / to us.”
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Conversation Among Stones - Willie Lin
To You and For You
In the dream I was abducted, I thought sleep
would save me. That’s how dumb I was, how mulish.
I thought my sleep would stop them. When the man
whispered in my ear, If you so much as make one sound—
the words were so soft I tried to pretend I hadn’t heard
him, and his warm hand across my face hadn’t disturbed me
from sleep. I thought of bees locked in amber, the curlicues
of their antennae inert but preserved in attention. I thought
hives must be fear in miniature, a swarming of infinitesimal
hooks and combs with its own scent and rhythm. Who was I
I knew I was useless, incapable in that moment of acting even
to save myself, nor even wanting to. I wanted to sleep
until the danger passed, as if it were separate from me.
Interpretive Trail
I asked for a sign.
I traveled and waited.
The heat humiliated me.
I asked for a sign that I should
before I woke. And light
arrived from a great distance,
from a great remove.
How is it that you know
what you know, I asked.
I saw the day waste away
in the corner of my eye
while clinging to a hymn, a hem
of bread. Dust gathered,
sweat matted my hair.
Like sugar dribbling down
the chin and gathering on the collar
was a sign, maybe, of
gluttony. Birds and branches
swept all one way, guided
by nature, by virtue?
Vulgar sound. Vulgar emotion.
Was this how you ordered?
Give me struggle, bruise
me with orthodoxy, if that
was your sign, I needed
to know. I ate livers and hearts.
I woke up with questions,
with eyes of bitumen.
Birth
Already, the crops are failing.
The crows shuttling back and forth,
breaking branches, dropping stones.
How easy to read sadness
into the empty room. It is yours.
All season the family has been filling
pots and jars with river water
heavy with red silt. They are tired
of that color. Cover the moon.
It is good to be inconsolable.
It is good to leave the fish uneaten,
to sing a little, sweep the floor.
Traces of breath, abundant as winter,
the uncreated memory of you.
The Vocation
And when I woke again,
I was the ant, beholden
to meat and honey, to the city,
its institution of pine needles,
straw brooms, and chalk.
I was the dog named
Black Habit. I could lift
my body in its hunger. I was
so thin I could have been
my mother in her cotton uniform
riding the bus in the rare air
of December. Pregnant
though one wouldn’t have been
certain of it looking at her,
even near the end. The city
pushed its agenda of smoke.
The river ran along its concrete banks.
The stations, the secrets,
and