“Prelude in Grey Major,” by Christian Wiman

Poetry by Christian Wiman: “I was not alone, that much I know, / though no one was with me.”

The New Yorker

One more because it’s midnight:

“It is an air you enter, not an act you make.
It is the will's frustration, and is the will's fruition.
It is to wade a blaze one night that I once crossed
— a young man, and lost— to find a woman made of weather sweeping the street in front of her shack.
It is another country.
It is a language I don't know.
La por allá, la por allá, I repeat in my sleep.
The over there.

Tired of the mind reaching back in the past for rescue
I praise the day”
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Dialect

Matt Sitman:I was thinking, too, Chris, of the great — I forget whether it’s the very final lines or in the last two or three paragraphs — of A River Runs Through It — where the title comes from, r…

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Strange Currencies

New podcast with Christian Wiman, world travel on the NE Regional, & postcard-art

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Episode 566 – Christian Wiman

Virtual Memories Show 566: Christian Wiman “My most settled belief is that there is a unity, that we’re not inhabiting a chaos, there is a unity of experience. A lot of time it doesn&#8…

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To find in the forest’s heart a home,
Night’s never-ending hum,
Thriving on meadowsweet, mint, and time.

The Necklace by Osip Mandelstam,
translated by Christian Wiman
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