I was asking Ksemi Rothers about, you know, who are my great grand-uncles, and great-grandfathers and so on, and I found out that they all were killed or disappeared in some completely forgotten nineteenth-century Balkan wars which no one knows any more the cause or the reason or why they were started. And so this poem kind of happened out of that. It's called "Marching."
This is a kind of a, you could say that it's sort of an elegy for my father, in seven parts.
Reads ["Elegy for my father"]
This is a love poem. I have a series of love poems in the new book but this is one of them. And I might use the title of this poem as the title of the new book. The title is "Return to a place lit by a glass of milk."
Reads "Return to a place lit by a glass of milk"
I want to read a couple more poems now. "Dismantling the Silence."
Reads "Dismantling the Silence."
The last poem in this book is called "Errata" for the good reason that after I finished the book I felt again, you know, a sense of frustration. I didn't say everything. And so each of the lines in this particular poem are really, refer to actual lines in the book. I'm kind of correcting myself. "Errata."
Thank you. [Applause]
The next reading will be on January 14th, Dorothy Livesay will read that night.