The New Dark Ages: the poetry of global warming

Poets have been thinking quite a lot about global warming in recent years: here’s a recent example worth remembering. Will post more as I find them.

The New Dark Ages


Thunderstorms stir me up—
the stillness right before

the first close tremor,
the pond shivering

at the height of summer,
the field full-blown, going to seed.

But this storm scares me.
A foreign climate occupies the land.

When nature was God, in my childhood,
I wasn’t afraid. Snow buried the town,

the river flooded it,
lightning set the woods on fire.

In months the damage bandaged itself
with mosses and ferns.

This storm comes from another
world, here by mistake,

its rain blistering the birch leaves.
Has it been weaponized?

No one knows what to expect
of a storm with human parents.

Chase Twichell

Things as It Is
Copper Canyon Press

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