"Rural adventure II" and "After the Storm"
New Poetry from The Metropolitan Review
Today at The Metropolitan Review we are proud to feature two exceptional writers: Philip Traylen and Erico Silva. Their poetry explores both domestic life through ordinary objects and cuts through the monotony of everyday experiences by highlighting the jarring reality of the world through revelation. Time, of course, waits for no one and its destruction comes for everyone, whether slowly or swiftly. Examining life through loss — which is inevitable even if one tries to cling to any other possibility — is at the heart of both of these poems.
—The Editors
Rural adventure II
I’d like to milk a goat one day, you said. Well, how about now? The weather is fine, a sort of deep comprehensibility about it. Italy sinks beneath the waters and another country starts moving upwards. It’ll be too late soon, mother will return with her kitten army, her conversation – ‘eat the tomato, eat the potato…’ There’s no end to a mother’s beliefs. They run along beside you like children in a movie planning some enormous farewell. Philip Traylen writes the Substack oldoldoldoldnew [poems, philosophy, diary, translations].
After the Storm
After the storm, from out where once had sat Our roof: Cathedraled sky, the eye of God A glacial blue beneath a heaving brow. The thing had in the long galloping wind Of morning peeled away like sardinha From father’s early tin. The neighborѕ gathered To see, upturned, bearing upward, that thing That had girdled our lives’ innermost secrets, Made public correlates of private lives And private minds. We made it out easy. Just two doors down, a massive oak had passed Perpendicularly through a house By gravity’s mute compulsion, as did That evening slice in two the halves of childhood. Erico Silva is a writer, high school teacher, and mathematician living in Philly.
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