Poetry: Aaron McCollough

from To Have Fallen



To calm these visits one grants the mirror a blemish

            Concerning other worlds,
there is at least a terrible one

Do we swim in the font or drown here?

The older sister sensed about me
my carnation torn adulthood I mean childhood

Still gliding across the seams, watering the hall myself,
the stone rolling away

And for other people

Strange face in a normal car

This face

Sister I’m no good at impressions

Red around the edges
            white

a little pile of underpants in the bathroom










Spring     Not even plain objects can say
if it will be time or judgment or a third account

This season in my house

built before me in a little shrine by that strange road

Each thorn extends the itinerary from clutches

wrong returns

hoods and jesses     the trails left by love and boredom

Like nothing’s missing     glimpses of
pasts (yellow-strum ginko, enamel
through hedge stairs, cloud digesting sky

from a wash and buzz static green)

Love mistakes crawling into that shadow
for a remedy

Sometimes the score is settled, sometimes only whittled hells


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These poems belong to an early section (“To Have Fallen”) from my next book, Underlight (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2012). This book as a whole is a knot of devotional and elegiac lyric work. My sense at this point is that every devotional gesture contains an elegiac dark passenger and every elegiac gesture cloaks a procreative, adoring light. The scope of this bind more-or-less expands to encompass everything for me. Along with the rest of the “To Have Fallen” section, the poems on view here were assembled by a kind of accrescent and decrescent crumble. This whole section of the book was the most difficult for me to stabilize and the most emotionally difficult for me. Threads persist from five or six year old drafts, but the current state of the section bears almost no resemblance to its early iterations. These are poems trying to recover but tranquilize anamnestic fragments. They fail in both efforts but not completely.


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Aaron McCollough is the Librarian for English Literature and Comparative Literature at the University of Michigan. His fifth book of poems, Underlight, is forthcoming from Ugly Duckling Presse this year. His fourth book, No Grave Can Hold My Body Down came out last year from Ahsahta Press. His other books include Little Ease, Double Venus, and Welkin.