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From the March Issue

SUSAN MCLEAN

Miss Emily Dickinson to Sir Andrew Marvell


“The grave’s a fine and private place”—
on that, Sir, I agree—
yet assignations there—would comfort
neither you—nor me—

for You—a Hawk among the wrens—
with appetite—for Flesh—
disdain to dine with Vultures
if the Meat—be less than fresh—

while I—at Deprivation’s board—
such ample feasts have known—
that rest is all I crave—and I
prefer to sleep alone.

 

Susan McLean is a professor of English at Southwest Minnesota State University. Her first book of poetry, The Best Disguise, won the 2009 Richard Wilbur Award, and her second book, The Whetstone Misses the Knife, won the 2014 Donald Justice Poetry Prize. She has also published a 2006 poetry chapbook, Holding Patterns, and a collection of her verse translations of 503 Latin epigrams by Martial, Selected Epigrams (Madison: The University of Wisconsin Press, 2014), which was a finalist for the 2015 PEN Center USA Translation Award.

 

 

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