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Jane Hoogestraat
Winnowing Out Our Souls
Born in South Dakota, Jane Hoogestraat was educated at Baylor and at the University of Chicago. Her work has appeared in such journals as Poetry, Southern Review, DoubleTake, Image, Mars Hill Review, and Crab Orchard Review. She is a professor of English at Missouri State, where she specializes in 20th century poetry, and literary theory (with a particular interest in ethics and aesthetics).
From the book:
Winnowing Out Our Souls
I've mowed the gladiolas down, trimmed the barberry
watered the yew. I still don't teach Sexton or Plath,
make jokes about poetry and gin, or laugh
with those who do. I know that tulips can be cold
but I've not seen them black. The walls in my house
are white, the wood is polished, the glass dusted.
The season waits, still warm, though turning toward
the mild winter of the middle south. Not much.
The trees are in their autumn beauty, the cedar mulch
is dry. The neighbors have one pink flamingo, thank God
not nineteen, they keep having to retrieve
from other lawns. North across industrial yards
are white temple churches in a neighborhood Falwell
once called home, school to his heart I'm sure of now.
Driving back across his city this Sunday morning
I've proved what I needed to, remembering again the
haunting lines, not often sung in the Republic's Battle Hymn:
I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel,
as ye deal with my condemners so with you my grace shall deal.
We will be a while in this town winnowing out our souls.
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