The Adirondack Review
Against Praise 


Don’t celebrate me, toast me, slap my back, sing my name;
I only want to work, do my job, like you.
Who’d be ludicrous enough to differentiate one salmon
from the many speckled leapers battering their way upstream?
So plan no banquets, no gala balls, send no bouquets of desperate roses;
I want none of it: no acolytes, no namesakes, no groupies.
Like you, I teach. Like you, I’m taught. Like you, I sing and read and curse
and sometimes even vomit too much wine into the street!
But who cares? Why all the fuss over a handful of soil?
Don’t you know—of course you do!—the body’s built to disappear?
So dance and clack your bones; like me, you’re one more beast,
one more skeleton with vocal chords, one more bee with honey dreams,
humming as you toil, abuzz with joy and fervor, in love
with the garden’s bustle, its amber light seen through wet honeycomb.






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SETH MICHELSON'S newest chapbook, Kaddish for My Unborn Son, is forthcoming from Pudding House Publications, and his translation of El ghetto by the Argentine poet Tamara Kamenszain is forthcoming in 2009 from Toadlily Press. He welcomes contact at sethmichelson@gmail.com.
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poemsThe St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems
The St. Lawrence Book Award for a first collection of short stories or poems