Read an Excerpt from Commonwealth, a New Poetry Collection by D.A. Lockhart
The poetry of D.A. Lockhart has filled over a half-dozen collections and has been published widely in some of the finest journals. Now the author returns with another series of poems that are sure to captivate his readers.
Lockhart's latest, titled Commonwealth (Kegedonce Press), meditates on the history of the Lenape (a first-nation to which he is a member) and their migrations throughout the American Midwest before and after colonial powers took root on Turtle Island. The lines of these poems capture the language of the natural world, and pathways through it such as rivers, highways, and buffalo traces. They speak to the fluidity of time and space throughout history, and the stories that the Lenape collected and shared as they connected with the land that they migrated through.
These are stories of home, freedom, and dreams. And they are stories of alienation, capture, and the stark reality of a changing world. All shared in a lyrical meditation that is as deep as it is clear.
Today we have a special excerpt from Commonwealth to share with our dedicated readers. Read on to delve further into this exciting new work.
An Excerpt from Commonwealth, by D.A. Lockhart
Union Pacific North to Lake Forest
I am to be collected at Ravenswood
then
north from here,
through to where
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the water is said
to be sweetest,
the forests thick
like manicured
edges of parade
grounds.
And the rail lines
draw on to the horizon,
maybe east,
perhaps west,
the city is a compass
unto itself.
The way north,
our way north
and the Union Pacific North
runs both ways hourly.
Indeed, the sun is more golden
and the brick stone station
clean like a suburban Kroger.
And when it arrives, the crush
the heat
the crush
chases the starlings,
but not the pigeons.
Cars of bruised aluminum call back
unpeopled to automats
and the yellowed, thick-windowed
world slides past. Samples of middle-
American prosperity, tastes of chain
stores in craftsman storefronts.
and the trees
and the cars
and the arms
with red light
clatter, tumble
dry past the windows,
blur into stations
with names like forests
Winnetka,
Hubbard Woods,
Ravina,
Highwood,
Lake Forest.
An elevated train
through Sandburg’s dream upon
fragrant grasses
and verdant forests
and soft sand shores
beyond.
And the time between trains
is idle, becomes the material
between stanzas
a single breath
in the cooling evening.
What awakens life from there
is the dumb weight of steel upon earth
the rush of air fleeing the arrival,
the stale heat of a fifty-year-old engine.
As the sun comes to rest
in the unfathomable West,
I shall wait on that south-bound
train with its fury and its hard diesel
breath, to drag me south again.
It is impossible to know the distance
one can travel or the distances we’ve
come from. What is certain is the maps
are all constant works in progress
and fallible like any early draft.
The clatter and the wallop
of the land beneath us, reads
like the finality of a folk tune
sung back in low-light, lives
called back to us, as we await
the gentle rest of sleep
before we begin afresh at first light.
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D.A. Lockhart is the author of seven collections of poetry, including Devil in the Woods (Brick Books 2019) and Tukhone: Where the River Narrows and the Shores Bend (Black Moss Press 2020). His work has appeared in Best Canadian Poetry in English 2019, TriQuarterly, ARC Poetry Magazine, Grain, Belt, and the Malahat Review among many. He is a Turtle Clan member of Eelünaapéewi Lahkéewiit (Lenape), a registered member of the Moravian of the Thames First Nation, and currently resides at the south shore of Waawiiyaatanong (Windsor,ON-Detroit, MI) and Pelee Island.