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Robert Haight

Robert Haight was born in Detroit and educated at Michigan State University and Western Michigan University. His articles, essays, and poems have appeared in The Rockford Review, Oxford Magazine, The South Coast Poetry Journal, South Florida Poetry Review, Louisville Review, The Passages North Anthology, Contemporary Michigan poetry, New Poems from the Third Coast, and elsewhere. He has won awards from the Poetry Resource Center of Michigan, Western Michigan University, the Kalamazoo Foundation, and the Arts Foundation of Michigan. An avid fly fisherman and committed environmentalist, he teaches writing at Kalamazoo Valley Community College and lives at Hemlock Lake in Cass County, Michigan.

www.roberthaight.com

 

Emergences and Spinner Falls

Emergences and Spinner FallsEmergences and Spinner Falls

$14.00 paper | 51 Pages
ISBN: 978-1-930974-20-3
Publication Date: Sept. 2002
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An Inland Seas Poetry Book

"These poems are a tribute to water, to the source of water and the expression of water in the forms of rivers, bloodstreams and pools of mystery. You can drink here, or fish. Eventually you become the water, as you become the poems."
         —Joy Harjo

"Robert Haight's Emergences and Spinner Falls is an extraordinary collection. This is poetry with teeth that both nibbles and bites hard. It is full of the things of this world, scarcely noticed even by most poets, without which we are the living dead. There is the marvelous sense of the grace and wit of a good poet at the top of his form."
         —Jim Harrison

"Robert Haight’s strong and vital poems follow the current and flow of our lives into the very heart of the American landscape. They record the narrows and the hesitations, the continuance and the possibilities of water moving—and it is here that we find ourselves, swimming in the current. Surely, Haight must carry the river in his veins, for his language is the river’s, his pace is the river’s and, above all, his never-failing vision is that of the river. These poems speak truths; I know I’ll want to return to them again and again."
         —Judith Minty

Poem

This River

This is the river
that didn’t appear on the map

that spread across the end
of one of those endless two-tracks
angling off a logging road

or, perhaps, it wasn’t a two-track
at all, just a space between the trees
that you mistook and ended here.

No tracks but the curve
of deer hooves in the bank sand,
the path of ancients
disappearing into brush.

The river surges by,
its unmistakable clarity.
Even in the pines
on the far bank, each needle
sparks a single fire
rubbed from it by the wind.