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LITTLE ICE AGE

By Gnaomi Siemens


Imagine the ship as it were—
                                                     a forest
Before the trick
                                         mirrors, the glaciers’ chill

confusion—who is really dead?

                                                     No one.

Even the ice augery
                                         on deck is pacific, says.

I like this idea of stillness
in clothes.

And takes her time, takes dictation
from a storm—
for her talisman,
                                         the frozen ether
                                         for her tailor.


Gnaomi Siemens holds an MFA from Columbia University’s School of The Arts in poetry and literary translation. Her words can be found at Asymptote, Words Without Borders, The Believer, Slice Magazine, Europe Now Journal, The American Journal of Poetry, Penny Thoughts (UK), and American Chordata, among others in the US and abroad. She has read from her translations at The British Library’s Anglo-Saxon Kingdoms exhibition in London, was selected by The Poetry Society of New York for a residency at the iconic Mid-Manhattan branch of The New York Public Library, and was a 2019 ALTA Travel Fellow. Her manuscript The Errant was a finalist for GASHER Journal’s first book prize. She lives in New York City.

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