The City, Our City. Wayne Miller

      Table of Contents

       ALSO BY WAYNE MILLER

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Praise

       A PRAYER (O CITY—)

       I

       DEAR AUDEN,

       THE FEAST

       II

       FLOODING THE VALLEY

       STREET FIGHT

       A HISTORY OF ART

       III

       A HISTORY OF WAR

       IDENTIFYING THE BODY

       IV

       I’VE HEARD THAT OUTSIDE THE CITY

       THE DEATH OF THE FRONTIER

       WINTER PASTORAL

       V

       THE ASSASSINATION LECTURE

       THE BEAUTIFUL CITY (IN 32 STROKES)

       IN THE MUSEUM: A PASTORAL

       VI

       AMERICAN AUBADE

       AMERICAN NOCTURNE

       VII

       THE DEAD MOOR SPEAKS

       SILENCE IN THE CITY

       VIII

       POEM SLIPPED BETWEEN TWO LINES BY VALLEJO

       NOTHING IN THE LETTERS: AN ELEGY

       REPORT FROM THE DYING DISTRICT

       IX

       THOSE BOYS

       THE WALL

       A TREATISE ON POWER (IN 32 STROKES)

       X

       IN THE BARRACKS: A FOUND POEM

       BOMBING THE CITY

       XI

       [THE CHILD’S CRY IS A LIGHT THAT COMES ON IN THE HOUSE]

       AFTER THE FEVER: A PASTORAL

       XII

       THE RESCUE

       ARCHEOLOGY

       XIII

       CPR

       OUR LAST VISIT

       XIV

       NOTES/SOURCES

       Acknowledgments

       MORE POETRY FROM MILKWEED EDITIONS

       Copyright Page

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      ἀ e Book of Props

      Only the Senses Sleep

      CHAPBOOKS

      O City

      What Night Says to the Empty Boat (Notes for a Film in Verse)

      TRANSLATIONS

      I Don’t Believe in Ghosts, by Moikom Zeqo

      EDITED BOOKS

      Tamura Ryuichi: On the Life & Works of a 20th Century Master

      (with Takako Lento)

      New European Poets (with Kevin Prufer)

      This book is for my parents, who first took me to the City and for Harper Elyse, who will inherit it

      . . . they pushed on, raised the flag of the Word Upon lawless spots denied or forgotten By the fear or the pride of the Glittering City . . .

      —W. H. AUDEN

      the city that wakes every