Poetry

George Eklund’s EACH BREATH I CANNOT HOLD

Christopher Prewitt

When one reads Eklund’s poetry, one draws comparisons to Péret with his figurative, associative language, especially as it pertains to Eklund’s metaphors, which at times can also bring to mind García Lorca. From the poem “Burning Milk”:

We’d yet to see a whole city burn

Only waiting for what would leak

From the big eggs of our ideas,

From the palm of a broken hand

Nailed to the sky.

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