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Column 209

Going Deaf

Intro by Ted Kooser
04.01.2009

I’ve got­ten to the age at which I am start­ing to strain to hear things, but I am glad to have got­ten to that age, all the same. Here’s a fine poem by Miller Williams of Arkansas that gets inside a per­son who is los­ing her hearing. 

Going Deaf

No matter how she tilts her head to hear
she sees the irritation in their eyes.
She knows how they can read a small rejection,
a little judgment, in every What did you say?
So now she doesn’t say What? or Come again?
She lets the syllables settle, hoping they form
some sort of shape that she might recognize.
When they don’t, she smiles with everyone else,
and then whoever was talking turns to her
and says, “Break wooden coffee, don’t you know?”
She pulls all she can focus into the face
to know if she ought to nod or shake her head.
In that long space her brain talks to itself.
The person may turn away as an act of mercy,
leaving her there in a room full of understanding
with nothing to cover her, neither sound nor silence .


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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©1995 by Miller Williams, whose most recent book of poems is “Time and the Tilting Earth,” Louisiana State University Press, 2008. Poem reprinted from “Points of Departure: Poems by Miller Williams,” by Miller Williams, University of Illinois Press, 1995, and reprinted by permission of the author and publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.