The Next Country
From “Into the Atacama”:

When I said I wished this trip, I meant the rush of song
as we left the city. I meant the bus. I meant the woman who
played her flip-fl ops like drum sticks against the window.
For singing with strangers in a desert is like getting closer
to the moon. And the glow of a moment is like a moon,
caught behind clouds and then visible and then hidden again.

And when I said here, I meant elsewhere—I meant moving.

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The Next Country
From “Into the Atacama”:

When I said I wished this trip, I meant the rush of song
as we left the city. I meant the bus. I meant the woman who
played her flip-fl ops like drum sticks against the window.
For singing with strangers in a desert is like getting closer
to the moon. And the glow of a moment is like a moon,
caught behind clouds and then visible and then hidden again.

And when I said here, I meant elsewhere—I meant moving.

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The Next Country

The Next Country

by Idra Novey
The Next Country

The Next Country

by Idra Novey

Overview

From “Into the Atacama”:

When I said I wished this trip, I meant the rush of song
as we left the city. I meant the bus. I meant the woman who
played her flip-fl ops like drum sticks against the window.
For singing with strangers in a desert is like getting closer
to the moon. And the glow of a moment is like a moon,
caught behind clouds and then visible and then hidden again.

And when I said here, I meant elsewhere—I meant moving.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781882295715
Publisher: Alice James Books
Publication date: 11/01/2008
Pages: 80
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.50(d)

About the Author

About The Author
Idra Novey has received awards from the Poetry Society of America Chapbook Series, the National Endowment for the Arts, and the PEN Translation Fund. Her poems have appeared in Slate, the Paris Review, AGNI, and Ploughshares, and a book of her translations of Brazilian poet Paulo Henriques Britto, The Clean Shirt of It, was published in 2007. She teaches at Columbia Universityand in the Bard College Prison Initiative.

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From “Into the Atacama”:

When I said I wished this trip, I meant the rush of song
as we left the city. I meant the bus. I meant the woman who
played her flip-fl ops like drum sticks against the window.
For singing with strangers in a desert is like getting closer
to the moon. And the glow of a moment is like a moon,
caught behind clouds and then visible and then hidden again.

And when I said here, I meant elsewhere—I meant moving.


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