Harbinger In 1941, Grant Wood could not have missed the impending fires of world war on the way. You can see it in the green sky here: a tornado coming. A plot of ground dark as new graves. Is this farmer planting or digging? Seeding or mourning? Townspeople going about everyday life —clotheslines and lawnmowers. Pearl Harbor just months away. In Europe, shirtless men like this one dying in showers. Someday soon, he’ll wear Army green. Childhood Memory Fluffy white clouds are ranged in rank and file, like the puffy plants the boy — Grant himself -- is sowing, life regimented by spring arriving as the earth itself turns. While the mother digs holes in the soil, herself a sturdy twin to the white tree standing behind, the father is steering a team of horses, hard going to this high shelf. Grant’s boyish world: stolid mom, commanding dad, lush dark Iowa soil, headstrong dreams of spring, always young. Vince Gotera Vince Gotera is Poet Laureate of Iowa. He taught at the University of Northern Iowa for almost 30 years. Edited the North American Review (2000-2016) and Star*Line, the print journal of the international Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association (2017-2020). Poetry collections include Dragonfly, Ghost Wars, Fighting Kite, The Coolest Month. and Dragons & Rayguns. Recent poems in Dreams & Nightmares, The MacGuffin, Rattle, and Yellow Medicine Review. He blogs at The Man with the Blue Guitar.
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5/12/2025 09:50:38 am
I was very moved by these two poems. Makes me want to know more about Vince Gotera's work and about Grant Wood. Thanks for these contributions.
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