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Codex, and: Relic, and: Hush Harbor, and: Water Worth Crossing, and: Sieve

Codex, and: Relic, and: Hush Harbor, and: Water Worth Crossing, and: Sieve ( p o et r y ) Danielle DeTiberus Codex What lives will rot into a palimpsest of place: lost echo of undertext, a kind haunting. What is land if not a page we keep trying to write our names on? Fingerprints left in the sundried bricks by the forgotten men who built the South & still insist, I was here. A woman in the deep of a Spanish cave reaches out from where she stood: one hand on rock, the other tightening a reed to her lips. Red ocher: red clay: the blackwater river I bedded down next to last November. At sunrise, the Edisto was a mirror made tannin from fallen leaves: leaving, I dipped my oars into fire. Though that tribe’s word for red was swallowed long ago. Stone tossed in water: only a ripple to mark how a whole body could change with one taking. W i n T e r 2 0 1 7 / T H e M i S S O U r i r e V i e W 81 Relic Charleston’s a charnel for all the binyas and comyas. Those from here and those—like me—from o.ff This little city: America’s http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png The Missouri Review University of Missouri

Codex, and: Relic, and: Hush Harbor, and: Water Worth Crossing, and: Sieve

The Missouri Review , Volume 40 (4) – Dec 27, 2017

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( p o et r y ) Danielle DeTiberus Codex What lives will rot into a palimpsest of place: lost echo of undertext, a kind haunting. What is land if not a page we keep trying to write our names on? Fingerprints left in the sundried bricks by the forgotten men who built the South & still insist, I was here. A woman in the deep of a Spanish cave reaches out from where she stood: one hand on rock, the other tightening a reed to her lips. Red ocher: red clay: the blackwater river I bedded down next to last November. At sunrise, the Edisto was a mirror made tannin from fallen leaves: leaving, I dipped my oars into fire. Though that tribe’s word for red was swallowed long ago. Stone tossed in water: only a ripple to mark how a whole body could change with one taking. W i n T e r 2 0 1 7 / T H e M i S S O U r i r e V i e W 81 Relic Charleston’s a charnel for all the binyas and comyas. Those from here and those—like me—from o.ff This little city: America’s

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The Missouri ReviewUniversity of Missouri

Published: Dec 27, 2017

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