Major Jackson
Born
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, The United States
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The Best American Poetry 2019
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5 editions
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2019
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The Absurd Man: Poems
3 editions
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2020
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Hoops: Poems
3 editions
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2006
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Holding Company: Poems
5 editions
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2010
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Leaving Saturn: Poems
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2 editions
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2002
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Roll Deep: Poems
4 editions
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2015
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Ploughshares Spring 2013
2 editions
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2013
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Renga for Obama
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2018
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The Sweet Hurried Trip Under an Overcast Sky (Floating Wolf Quarterly Chapbooks)
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2013
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Heritage (International Poetry Nights in Hong Kong Series)
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“. . . poetry, like all imaginative creations, divines the human enterprise. This is poetry's social value.”
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“ll we want is to succumb to a single kiss
that will contain us like a marathon
with no finish line, and if so, that we land
like newspapers before sunrise, halcyon
mornings arrived like blue martinis. I am
learning the steps to a foreign song: her mind was torpedo, and her body was storm,
a kind of Wow. All we want is a metropolis
of Sundays, an empire of hand-holding
and park benches? She says, "Leave it all up to me.”
― Holding Company: Poems
that will contain us like a marathon
with no finish line, and if so, that we land
like newspapers before sunrise, halcyon
mornings arrived like blue martinis. I am
learning the steps to a foreign song: her mind was torpedo, and her body was storm,
a kind of Wow. All we want is a metropolis
of Sundays, an empire of hand-holding
and park benches? She says, "Leave it all up to me.”
― Holding Company: Poems
“Designer Kisses"
I’m glum about your sportive flesh in the empire of blab,
and the latest guy running his trendy tongue like a tantalizing surge
over your molars, how droll. Love by a graveyard is redundant,
but the skin is an obstacle course like Miami where we are
inescapably consigned: tourists keeping the views new.
What as yet we desire, our own fonts of adoration. By morning,
we’re laid out like liquid timepieces, each other’s exercise in perpetual
enchantment, for there is that beach in us that is untranslatable; footprints
abound. I understand: you’re at a clothes rack at Saks
lifting a white linen blouse at tear’s edge wondering.”
― Holding Company: Poems
I’m glum about your sportive flesh in the empire of blab,
and the latest guy running his trendy tongue like a tantalizing surge
over your molars, how droll. Love by a graveyard is redundant,
but the skin is an obstacle course like Miami where we are
inescapably consigned: tourists keeping the views new.
What as yet we desire, our own fonts of adoration. By morning,
we’re laid out like liquid timepieces, each other’s exercise in perpetual
enchantment, for there is that beach in us that is untranslatable; footprints
abound. I understand: you’re at a clothes rack at Saks
lifting a white linen blouse at tear’s edge wondering.”
― Holding Company: Poems
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