Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

Reveille

If you pick up the horn and put it to your lips,
it will sound, as surely as snow melts
and winter moons wax before they wane, or vice-versa.
 
Which comes first: December or January?
the mouth or the lips? Sound defines the air,
and air the sound, as warmth reveals the meaning of chills.
 
Here is the horn, aching to wake, to breathe,
to make a noise unto something this year.
 
 
Anne Harding Woodworth is the author of five books of poetry and three chapbooks. She lives in Washington, D.C., and is currently at work on a book-length manuscript of poetry relating to mental health. Harding Woodworth plays the trumpet. Her poem “Taps” won the Virginia Art of the Book Center broadside contest in 2013.

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