He is so still I think, he could be anyone’s father, foundthe way a green bottle might appear, at a boy’s feet containing a yearhe has never touched. On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous, his first novel, got quite a bit of well-deserved hype last year. I touch, his ears. The poem "Aubade with Burning City" is the fourth poem in Ocean Vuong's Night Sky with Exit Wounds, located in the first section, and it is one of the most well-known poems from the collection. The "face is not mine" because he could not relate to a person who has been absent from his life, yet the son nonetheless inherited his physical features (among other things). Because the bombed. Mixed metaphors. What is meant by "The face not mine - but one I will wear to kiss all my lovers goodnight:"? with my own & beginthe faithful work of drowning. Press question mark to … Cookies help us deliver our Services. The face not mine — but one I will wear, to kiss all my lovers good-night: the way I seal my father’s lips. Reproduced with kind permission of Cape Poetry. No use. haunting, chilling, really lovely. I touch, his ears. To face it. Not a poem but try this, too: https://www.newyorker.com/culture/personal-history/a-letter-to-my-mother-that-she-will-never-read. The facenot mine – but one I will wear, to kiss all my lovers good-night:the way I seal my father’s lips. Because the city, beyond the shore is no longer where we left it. This poem is part of Ocean Vuong’s recent poetry collection, “Night Sky With Exit Wounds,” that deals with grief, displacement, violence, and the experience of an Asian coming to America. Is it to be taken literally about loss or is the lifeless body in the ocean a metaphor for something else? But the answer never comes. Please share your own poetry on our sister subreddit, r/OCpoetry. through white sand, his knuckles carving a trail. Telemachus Lyrics. I turn him over. Because the city, beyond the shore is no longerwhere we left it. The poem "Telemachus" is the second poem in Ocean Vuong's Night Sky with Exit Wounds, and it is the first poem in the first section proper. But the answer never comes. The cathedral, in his sea-black eyes. Like any good son, I pull my father out of the water, drag him by his hair. I love the character of Telemachus as a metaphor for all sons of fathers. https://www.newyorker.com/culture/personal-history/a-letter-to-my-mother-that-she-will-never-read. Like any good son, I pull my father out. the waves rush in to erase. Definitely check out his collection Night Sky With Exit Wounds. Telemachus did not know his father Odysseus because he left when the boy was an infant, to fight in the Trojan War. Close. Trying too hard. From Night Sky with Exit Wounds. Like any good son, I pull my father outof the water, drag him by his hair, through white sand, his knuckles carving a trailthe waves rush in to erase. Poems online " Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong," The New Yorker " Aubade With Burning City"; "On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous," Poetry Magazine “ Telemachus,” Beloit Poetry Journal " Homewrecker," Linebreak " Eurydice," The Nation " Prayer for the Newly Damned, " American Poetry Review " Untitled (Blue, Green, & Brown)," TriQuarterly through white sand, his knuckles carving a trail. By using our Services or clicking I agree, you agree to our use of cookies. the wind, they will see him. Instead, that It builds a myth on the absence of a father, and this myth, by the end of the poem, becomes entwined with the reality of this painfully distant father. We feel the distance again when the narrator says “he could be anyone’s father, found/ the way a green bottle might appear / at a boy’s feet containing a year / he has never touched.” I recommend you to read Night Sky with exit wounds. I kneel beside him to show how far, I might sink. Because the bombed. Share published poems and discuss poetry here. This is really beautiful. He is so still I think, he could be anyone’s father, found the way a green bottle might appear, at a boy’s feet containing a year he has never touched. of the water, drag him by his hair. Ocean Vuong in Conversation with the Forward Prizes. Telemachus was the son of Odysseus, who seeks a … The answer, is the bullet hole in his back, brimming with seawater. It's based on his relationship with his mother, who is illiterate. It is a really beautiful book. Because the city. the waves rush in to erase. through white sand, his knuckles carving a trail the waves rush in to erase. New comments cannot be posted and votes cannot be cast. Press J to jump to the feed. Press question mark to learn the rest of the keyboard shortcuts. beyond the shore is no longer. At the poem's end, the speaker reflects that he will wear his father's face for the rest of his life and "begin / the faithful work of drowning." cathedral is now a cathedral of trees. His prose is glorious, too. of the water, drag him by his hair. I was not familiar with this poet but I'm interested now. 339. Do you know who I am,Ba? Telemachus was a dutiful son that did not know his father. To me, the poem overall suggests the idea of a son who doesn't know his father and is desperately searching for some memory or feature that could bring him back to life. From wikipedia- “Telemachus spends the first four books trying to gain the knowledge of his father, Odysseus, who left for Troy when Telemachus was still an infant.”, Thank you for introducing me to Vuong. Because the bombed, cathedral is now a cathedralof trees. They will see him. when the city burns. beyond the shore is no longer where we left it. No use. The answer, is the bullet hole in his back, brimmingwith seawater. The cathedral, in his sea-black eyes. Like any good son, I pull my father out of the water, drag him by his hair, through white sand, his knuckles carving a trail the waves rush in to erase. Be the first one to know about all things Forward Arts Foundation. Love this. Do you know who I am, Ba? I kneel beside him to show how far, I might sink. At the end of the poem, there seems to be a realization/acceptance that his father lives, but through him. But I didn't feel like I really understand it. Telemachus is the son of Odysseus for those who didn’t get the allusion to Homer. The beauty in his verse is profound. Because the city. Telemachus Like any good son, I pull my father out of the water, drag him by his hair through sand, his knuckles carving a … Press J to jump to the feed. Banal sentiment. I felt something when I read this. [POEM] Telemachus by Ocean Vuong. To face it. Because the bombed, cathedral is now a cathedral of trees. Like any good son, I pull my father out. Telemachus. It follows the speaker as he drags his drowning and shot father from the ocean, attempts to resuscitate his father, and fails. <3. Right in your inbox. Posted by 4 months ago [POEM] Telemachus by Ocean Vuong. I am trying to understand and appreciate poetry more so I'm sorry if this is rudimentary. where we left it. with my own & begin the faithful work of drowning. I’m not familiar with this poet. I turn himover.