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Four Poems



Some days I can’t see
beyond the two small lemons
as they pull down the branches.





My mother is dead.
The lemons still turn yellow,
the trout still stare emptily,
desire is still free.
We still love many people,
eat peaches as if kissing.



Dusk in Winter


Everything is blue.
If we mend dusk, then morning
may never arrive.
At this time of day, it’s hard
to tell the difference
between a rook and a star.
Snow melts on the rook’s
leg. A poem is the rook’s leg
only after touching snow. 



Rain at Night


To be the last drop
of rain each night is sadness.
It shuts the last door and jumps.



Victoria Chang is the author of the forthcoming book of poems, "With My Back to the World" will be published in 2024 by Farrar, Straus & Giroux. Her latest book of poetry is "The Trees Witness Everything" (Copper Canyon Press, 2022). Her nonfiction book, "Dear Memory" (Milkweed Editions), was published in 2021. "OBIT" (Copper Canyon Press, 2020), her prior book of poems received the "Los Angeles Times" Book Prize, the Anisfield-Wolf Book Award in Poetry, and the PEN/Voelcker Award. She has received a Guggenheim Fellowship and the Chowdhury International Prize in Literature. She is the Bourne Chair in Poetry at Georgia Tech and Director of Poetry@Tech.

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