By — artsdesk artsdesk Leave your feedback Share Copy URL https://www.pbs.org/newshour/arts/poetry/weekly-poem-charlotte-boulay-reads-oracular Email Facebook Twitter LinkedIn Pinterest Tumblr Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Weekly Poem: Charlotte Boulay reads ‘Oracular’ Poetry Sep 8, 2014 1:14 PM EDT Listen to Charlotte Boulay read “Oracular” from her debut collection, “Foxes on the Trampoline.” Oracular The road is too hot to move. I’m stuck in the median, I slept too fast & then too slow. Sufi says, I’m not only bones & bones— who loves the saints in the streets? We don’t need your love, only your briefest notice sustains us. Dogs crouch in the ancient of their shade, tooth-brushers spit into their crevices, piss in the gutters they create. Bedtime—stars like mustard seeds pop through the smog. There’s a wail & an anguish of horns; everlastingness reaches up & turns out the light— Photo by Roger BoulayCharlotte Boulay earned her MFA from the University of Michigan. She taught creative writing at the university for five years and won both the Meijer Award and an Academy of American Poets Award. Her poetry has appeared in many journals, including The New Yorker, Slate, the Boston Review and Crazyhorse. Boulay currently works as a grant writer at The Franklin Institute Science Museum in Philadelphia, where she lives with her husband. “Foxes on the Trampoline” is her first book of poetry. “Oracular” was excerpted from the book “Foxes on the Trampoline” by Charlotte Boulay. Copyright © 2014 by Charlotte Boulay. Reprinted courtesy of Ecco, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers. We're not going anywhere. Stand up for truly independent, trusted news that you can count on! Donate now By — artsdesk artsdesk
Listen to Charlotte Boulay read “Oracular” from her debut collection, “Foxes on the Trampoline.” Oracular The road is too hot to move. I’m stuck in the median, I slept too fast & then too slow. Sufi says, I’m not only bones & bones— who loves the saints in the streets? We don’t need your love, only your briefest notice sustains us. Dogs crouch in the ancient of their shade, tooth-brushers spit into their crevices, piss in the gutters they create. Bedtime—stars like mustard seeds pop through the smog. There’s a wail & an anguish of horns; everlastingness reaches up & turns out the light— Photo by Roger BoulayCharlotte Boulay earned her MFA from the University of Michigan. She taught creative writing at the university for five years and won both the Meijer Award and an Academy of American Poets Award. Her poetry has appeared in many journals, including The New Yorker, Slate, the Boston Review and Crazyhorse. Boulay currently works as a grant writer at The Franklin Institute Science Museum in Philadelphia, where she lives with her husband. “Foxes on the Trampoline” is her first book of poetry. “Oracular” was excerpted from the book “Foxes on the Trampoline” by Charlotte Boulay. Copyright © 2014 by Charlotte Boulay. Reprinted courtesy of Ecco, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers. We're not going anywhere. Stand up for truly independent, trusted news that you can count on! Donate now