I thought it might be nice to post some recent poems from young(er) poets. Here is a poem from James Shea’s first book, Star in the Eye. It came out last year, but I just came across it recently (I miss a LOT of things!). I think he studied with Dean Young at Iowa, and I don’t think he sounds anything like what Hoagland says all these young male poets sound like (though the book won the Fence Modern Poets Series, selected by Nick Flynn). He has a very kōan sensibility that I admire. Here’s a fairly representative poem:
The Sad Whole
He is composed of infinite acts.
Examine him from the outside
and you’ll see he doesn’t think.
He was a wild boar and inside
that boar he was a lilac bush.
These things alive within him.
He always moves and through
that moving he is always still.
And he contains and is composed
of the figure of a man himself.
You may feel at home with him
and breathe more fully now.
If we are of his gestures,
there is no one to forgive.