I read an obituary for the recently deceased Naomi Replansky in the New York Times which included a few examples of her poetry. This impressed me enough that I borrowed this collection from the library to read more of her work. Her poems are all short and pithy, covering personal, general, and historical topics. There is no extravagant language, but her chosen words are put together so well as to have great impact, sometimes brazenly, sometimes subtly. She takes full advantage of the poetic form.
Gray hairs crowd out the black. Not one of them brings me wisdom.
Wrinkles provide no armor. I still quiver to anyone's dart. (48)
THE DANGEROUS WORLD
I watched you walk across the street, Slightly stooped, not seeing me, And smiled to see that mixture of Clumsiness, grace, intensity.
Then suddenly I feared the cars, The streets you cross, the days you pass. You hold me as a glass holds water. You can be shattered like a glass. (79)
TRYING TO PAINT CLOUDS
Trying to paint clouds, I fix my feet to the ground.
O white travelers with your umber bellies rushing through that blue neighborhood! So much speed up above, I spin backwards down below. So much change up above, my brush is outraced every swirling second. (82)
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"When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain..." --John Keats
My fear is this: that I may keep on being when my brain no longer teems. What then, poor gleaner, stooping in the miserly fields? (83)
Generally a good, accessible collection. I found that some poems were a bit too short and insubstantial or were hampered by rather than elevated by their rhyme schemes, but these are problems that I have with even many of the most well-regarded English-language poets from this period.