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Bildungssonnet by Billy-Ray Belcourt - Poems | Academy of American Poets

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To be saved by ideas: a fantasy I harbored. / In those days, there was always something

To be saved by ideas: a fantasy I harbored. In those days, there was always something from which I needed saving. The past, its expansive grammar, the way my grief was a kind of deranged hope. I wanted a different country, an old language to burst forth like a hidden river. “Love is the cause of what ails you,” wrote Lauren Berlant. Oof. Most likely, no man is a refuge. But we can try all the same. It is raining again. I’m struggling to remember everything. Thank god: it is not too late to tell a new story. Thank god: a sonnet is not that deep of a chasm. Soon, I may climb out…

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