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Poem Beginning in Berlin, Ending in Boston, and Bookended by Rilke

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Tiana Clark

 

Copyright © 2026 by Tiana Clark. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on March 17, 2026, by the Academy of American Poets.

Tiana Clark
Photo Credit: Candance Hope

Tiana Clark is the author of I Can’t Talk About the Trees Without the Blood (University of Pittsburgh Press, 2018).

About Tiana Clark
Themes
Audio
Cities
Covid-19
Divorce
Illness
Memories
Relationship
Spirituality
Translation
Travel
About this Poem

“I wrote this poem during my first time abroad for the Amy Lowell Traveling Poetry Scholarship. Rilke’s words acted as the metallic snap from the spring-loaded lever inside the pinball machine in my mind, which launched the ball of my poem out of my body with a lyrical whoosh. Hence the long lines rushing and ricocheting in a paratactic, punchy rhythm. I wanted to capture the wild and wonderful strangeness of traveling in a new country coupled with the fugue state of being very sick and vulnerable. I believe language and love can fail us just as much as they can save us.” 
—Tiana Clark

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when I think back, her teeth, her immaculate teeth

that I seldom saw or knew, her hair like braided
black liquorice. I am thinking of my mother’s face,

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