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Poems by Ira Sadoff on 'Poetry Daily'!

Congratulations to Ira Sadoff for being chosen as today's Featured Poet on Poetry Daily! Ira Sadoff Poetry Daily is an anthology of contemporary poetry that features outstanding works each day from new books, magazines, and journals. Featured are "the most eminent poets" as well as those lesser known. Each poem is selected for its "literary quality," to provide readers with a "window on a very broad range of poetry offered annually by publishers large and small." Two of Sadoff's poems, "Lament" and "Ex-Wives," both from his newly released collection True Faith, are today's features. Read them for yourself: Lament While I was gone I lost my finches. The first lilies bloomed. The second and third. My town lost a lamp store and light in its windows. My camellias, how pale they seem. And the grass, how impatient, acting out With its spray of weeds. Hummingbirds, I am so sorry. I fell in love a little while I was gone. I sugared a few doughnuts in her kitchen. I liked it best when we fumbled around In the pitch searching for each other. In the silences there was a great sea between us. All right, it was more like a pond. But an icy little pond. My finches, how they would dip and peck. How bright they were. The finches: how I miss them. Ex-Wives In summer, impalas feed on young shoots of grass; in winter on herbs and shrubs where grasslands meet the savannah, so we don't worry for their breed. Even as individual breathing animals, impalas stay invisible to us, like asides. Graceful, territorial, we still hear their voices as they're vaguely piping. Their species thrive on the plains, even when they're slaughtered wholesale by jackals, pythons and baboons. With their white bellies, their chestnut coats, leaping forays, we cannot hold onto them skittering across the plains. Whatever suddenness makes their hearts race, they are great joys for all we pour into them that is not them. We pour into them the river that rises to their lapping tongues, the heat that makes their chests expand and contract like accordions: they play familiar tunes on a street corner, but not on the street where you live. Get your copy of True Faith from the BOA Bookstore, while we can keep it on our shelves!

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