JUNE 2009
FROM “SATELLITES”
TWO NEW POEMS
by Dan Chiasson
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Orbit
You have this big capacity, small speck:
barely there at all until
the sun detects your metal shell,
then only than a pinprick;
and yet you can predict the moment,
having already lived it,
lived through it, laughed it off,
we think our child will suffer forever.
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Dan Chiasson teaches at Wellesley College. His next book of poems, Where’s the Moon, There’s the Moon, will be published this year by Alfred A. Knopf.
