Poem-a-Day - "Wanting a Child" by Jay Deshpande

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May 4, 2023 

Wanting a Child

Jay Deshpande

Here in California, we can drive through any
landscape, field, flower, forest, all in reach, 

at sunset, affording not to notice the exhaust
left in our stead. A daytrip takes us to the edge

of the continent, leaning out over some precipice,
looking back. We are home by dinner, the house

soft color, where our bodies move through dark’s
thin language and something calls, urgently, from after.

Some days I don’t know if it’s fair of me, built
as I am, a man, unable to carry every inch of an idea

into the future. In Gubbio, each spring brings
the same pageant. Up hills of the medieval town,

up streets obscured by screaming crowds, three teams
of men in bright blouses tumble upward with their tribute.

Up switchbacks, up stone roads smoothed by centuries’ 
tradition. In the middle of May they come this way, to carry

the wooden paraphrase of candles on their sweating,
rainbowed shoulders. Each four meters tall, an emblem

of a patron saint. The same one wins each year. 
All Umbria comes to watch this alias of a race. 

But the exertions are real: the men intent, although 
they know what little their ardor comes to. They pass 

the title on through blood. Each time, the cheers 
subside when they touch the basilica. They set

the good things down. What honor it must be 
to carry something so beyond you up into 

the sky, up toward the face of god. What work 
your faith must take. What flagrancy. 

Copyright © 2023 by Jay Deshpande. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 4, 2023, by the Academy of American Poets.

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“The first inspiration for this poem was the Corsa dei Ceri, a religious festival in Gubbio, Italy, dedicated to the town’s patron saint. This obsession, and the poem’s other topics, seemed to have nothing in common until they had everything to say to each other. Writing it, I realized how much I’ve tried in these last few years to protect myself from the risks that come with hoping for something too much. But the wishes remain, even in the face of collapse, despair, and pointlessness. This poem came out of an effort to defend myself from those kinds of longing that felt too dangerous to speak of otherwise. And it let me have my ambivalence, too. The poem was a surprising arrival, and recalled to me W. H. Auden’s definition of poetry as ‘the clear expression of mixed feelings.’”
—Jay Deshpande

Jay Deshpande

Jay Deshpande is the author of The Umbrian Sonnets (Pank Books, 2020), The Rest of the Body (YesYes Books, 2017), and Love the Stranger (YesYes Books, 2015). The recipient of a Wallace Stegner Fellowship in Poetry, he teaches in the creative writing MFA programs at Sarah Lawrence College and Columbia University.
 

The Umbrian Sonnets

The Umbrian Sonnets
(Pank Books, 2020) 

 

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