An Ancient Greek Poet – Poetry by Nels Hanson

Podzimní Červánky – Jakub Schikaneder

Crushed by the many cloaks   

men made her wear       

Truth stumbled       

for the woods, shedding   

one heavy mantle and another     

like skins of beasts       

until a shadow of flesh       

among still foliage. I ran         

into the trees, past Actaeon, his       

hounds who devour him         

when he grows antlers. With     

turned head I found her                 

there and unchanged I stood       

beside her by the water. I asked     

and she showed me a path   

to take, years ago, raising     

a hand as beautiful as       

her face must be.


About the Poet

Nels Hanson’s fiction received the San Francisco Foundation’s James D. Phelan Award and Pushcart nominations in 2010, 2012, 2014 and 2016. His poems received a 2014 Pushcart nomination, Sharkpack Review’s 2014 Prospero Prize, and 2015 and 2016 Best of the Net nominations.

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