Two miles into
the sky, the snow
builds a mountain
unto itself.
Some drifts can be
thirty feet high.
Picture a house.
Then bury it.
[…]
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Two miles into
the sky, the snow
builds a mountain
unto itself.
Some drifts can be
thirty feet high.
Picture a house.
Then bury it.
[…]
Read the full poem here.
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My name, Camille, means witness at the sacrifice.
What could I make of this when I was young? What sacrifice?
Coastal breeze and jacaranda trees when I was young.
When we moved, the hope of temperate weather was one sacrifice.
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Let me tell you, America, this one last thing.
I will never be finished dreaming about you.
Watch a video of the discussion between Camille and moderator Anthony A. Deaton here.
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“I had a great chat with poet Camille Dungy about her new book, Trophic Cascade, and the role poets and other creatives can play in shaping society.”
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Join Camille in her episode of Poetry Off the Shelf as she discusses “words, home, and motherhood in times of climate collapse.”
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