"Still Burning" by Gerald Stern

My inaugural Creative Writing class has ended for the semester. Teaching that class was better than I imagined. I'm looking forward to more years of this.


Still Burning
by Gerald Stern

Me trying to understand say whence
say whither, say what, say me with a pencil walking,
say reading the dictionary, say learning medieval
Latin, reading Spengler, reading Whitehead,
William James I loved him, swimming breaststroke
and thinking for an hour, how did I get here?
Or thinking in line, say the 69 streetcar
or 68 or 67 Swissvale,
that would take me elsewhere, me with a textbook
reading the pre-Socratics, so badly written,
whoever the author was, me on the floor of
the lighted stacks sitting cross-legged,
walking afterwards through the park or sometimes
running across the bridges and up the hills,
sitting down in our tiny diningroom,
burning in a certain way, still burning.


Gerald Stern, “Still Burning” from American Sonnets. Copyright © 2002 by Gerald Stern.




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