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THERMOS 6: Hannah Sanghee Park

We met Hannah in Rome, on an evening, on the Campidoglio. Later, she cooked dinner for 3 of us in a small apartment in Trastevere. Since that time, she’s completed an MFA at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, given us these poems, and (recently) won a Ruth Lilly Fellowship. — AS



Heaven: Wildflower


While a heaven evens out its edges
by paring off the fuller clouds through which
we come to communicate with our dead
through signs of shapes and anything the sky
answers back. When we come to see the debt
of earth when we cannot understand why
the petrichor strikes a chord when the damp ground
hits the part that makes us human is where
I tell you that whatever thing falls down
something of a wildflower widens there.



By pairing off the fuller clouds through which
we come. To communicate with our dead
through sighs or shapes and anything the sky
answers, back when we came to see the depth
of earth. When we cannot understand why
the petrichor strikes. Accord when the damp ground
hits the part that makes us human. It’s where
I tell you that whatever thing falls down,
some think of a wildflower, whitened. There



we come to communicate with our dead.
Through signs or shapes and anything, the sky
answers back. When we came to see the debt
of earth. When we cannot. Why
the petrichor strikes a chord when the damp ground
hits. The part that makes us human is where
I tell you that. Whatever thing falls down,
some think of a wildflower. Widen there,



through signs or shakes. In anything, the sky
answers back. When we come to see the death
of earth, when we come under the why
the petrichor’s cold. When the damp ground
hides the part that makes us humane. Where?
I’ll tell you this: whatever thing falls down,
(think: some wildflowers), whiten their



answer. Back when we come to the sea’s depth,
the earth we cannot understand is why
the petrichor strikes a chord into the damp ground.
This is the part that makes us human, where
I tell you that whatever thing falls down
something of a wildflower widens there



of earth. When we cannot understand why
the petrichor strikes–the cord in the damp ground
(it is the part that makes us human), wears
                        whatever thing falls down.
Something widens there–



The petrichor strikes a chord in/to the damp ground.
It hits the part that makes us hum and it’s where
I tell you that whatever thing falls down
a wildflower’s there,



hitting the past that makes us human. It wears,
I tell you, whatever that thing is that falls down
is something of a wildflower widening there.



You: whatever thing falls down
something of a wildflower widens there.



There widens flowers, willed of a something



Chiaroscuro/The First Day


A lung of light collapses
lightly along a


wall held with it.
While it withheld


your face from something soft,
something from your face oft-


en reads its own way.
And it’s read one way,


it seems: sight unseen,
it’s seen unsightly. See


the dark, necessary to undercut.
Cut to: darkness under the essay


of autumn atoming off via leaf.
Often, atonement leaves us


so compartmentalized (light from dark).
So come part me, light from dark


And breathe from it
And from it, breath.

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