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The New Yorker: Poetry

Jim Moore Reads Jane Mead

The New Yorker: Poetry

The New Yorker

Arts, Wnyc, Yorker, New, Literature, Studios, Poetry, Books

4.4 β€’ 571 Ratings

πŸ—“οΈ 23 October 2024

⏱️ 25 minutes

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Summary

Jim Moore joins Kevin Young to read β€œI wonder if I will miss the moss,” by Jane Mead, and his own poem β€œMother.” Moore has published eight poetry collections, including, most recently, β€œPrognosis.” He is the recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship and multiple Minnesota Book Awards.

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0:00.0

Hi, you're listening to the New Yorker Poetry Podcast.

0:06.1

I'm Kevin Young, poetry editor of the New Yorker magazine.

0:09.8

On this program, we invite a poet to choose a poem from the New Yorker Archive to read and discuss.

0:15.8

Then they read a poem of their own that's been published in the magazine.

0:19.9

Today, my guest is Jim Moore, who has

0:22.3

published eight poetry collections, including most recently Prognosis. He is the recipient of a

0:27.9

Guggenheim Fellowship and multiple Minnesota Book Awards. Jim, welcome. Thanks for being here.

0:33.7

Thanks for inviting me. I'm really happy to be here. So the first poem you've selected to read is, I wonder if I will miss the Moss by Jane Mead.

0:42.8

What drew you to this particular poem when you were looking through the archives?

0:47.1

Well, I remember when I first read it in 2021, I was really just so struck by it.

0:53.7

And it stayed with me.

0:54.6

I kept going back to it as a model of something.

0:56.8

I'm not sure exactly what.

0:58.5

But it stands in such a particularly powerful way for me.

1:04.4

Well, why don't we hear the poem?

1:06.0

This is Jim Moore reading, I wonder if I will miss the Moss by Jane Mead.

1:11.8

I wonder if I Will Miss the Moss by Jane Mead. I wonder if I will miss the moss.

1:16.0

I wonder if I will miss the moss after I fly off as much as I miss it now, just thinking

1:22.6

about leaving.

1:24.7

There were stones of many colors.

1:26.9

There were sticks holding both lichen and moss. There were red

1:31.3

gates with old hand-forged hardware. There were fields of dry grass, smelling of first rain,

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