Sunday Sentence: Dead Man’s Float by Jim Harrison

Simply put, the best sentence(s) I’ve read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary. Note: I’m going to cheat this week with extra sentences because I couldn’t pick just one from Jim Harrison’s terrific new collection of poetry. The sentences come from “Solstice Litany,” “Zona,” and “Easter Again,” respectively.

                                               Millions
of birds die but we never see it—they like
privacy in this holy, fatal moment or so
I think. We can’t tell each other when we die.

Time rushes toward me—
it has no brakes.

Christ rose so long ago but the air
he rose through hasn’t forgotten
the slight red contrail from the wounds.

Dead Man’s Float by Jim Harrison