A follow-up to the author's highly acclaimed Kyrie, a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award, offers an intimate exploration of the obstacles and joys of modern life.
"The summer field, sun-fed, mutable,/ has its many tasks; the winter field/ becomes its adjective" (22)
"thousand last vast blue cloud-blemished skies" (28)
"below the pines in the soft trash of the forest floor" (34)
"The slim, successive cars like vertebrae" (38)
"wrinkle coming toward me in the grass-- no" (49)
"through perfected scorn, cruising the porch where I sat/ hullings in a china bowl-- sometimes/ the world looks back" (59)
"I think thinking is not/ the body's job/ that the body gets in the way" (60)
"mine/ is the one on the left,/ enlarged by superstition/ and music, like my father's more/ myopic eye./ Detachment is my friend's/ discovery, what he commends/ against despair...And the years bring their own correction:/ to see a thing/ one has to push it away" (61)
"clusters of white blossoms/ with yellow throats" (62)
"taking a turn in the light of our attention, T-shirt" (82)
"I'm bringing you a sun, a children's choir, host/ of transient voices, first bright/ splash in the gray exhausted world, a feast/ of the dooryard flower we call butter-and-egg" (87)
This spring, I stopped by to visit my favorite English professor before he retired, and he gifted me several books, including this poetry compilation, when we said goodbye. I've been savoring these poems, a few at a time, during the kids' orchestra rehearsals. I'm not always fond of contemporary poetry, and this is the first Voigt I've read (unless we read her in a modern American lit class 18 years ago, and I'd forgotten). I found this collection accessible and relatable. I found myself gasping with wonder at a few exquisite phrases, and some of her images have been lingering with me for weeks. I would read more of her work.
Exquisite, gorgeous, knockout poems. The precision of attention and description, coupled with emotional richness/restraint. And the elegy for Larry Levis gutted me.