This is a debut collection that confronts and questions parts of love from the viewpoint of one within a relationship that is not at its end. The poet looks directly at all the hopes, self-deceptions and the wishes, concessions, and complicities and emerges triumphant.
I am not a reader of poetry however I was attracted to the theme of this collection. It is a beautiful book.
My favourite poem was the Table of Content. It seriously spoke to me as a story over time. An arc with new meanings. After Maine -28 After Maine -37 After Maine -45 As if time could be nailed to a tree – 59 I loved the numbers beside the titles too. What can I say? I’m weird.
After that, I had difficulty penetrating the complex meanings of each individual poem. I was overwhelmed by their complex honesty. In the end poem, After the Altar, I realized the digital world came too late to me. I am not 1s & 0s, even though I too find myself in this wilderness. An important learning for me.
Perhaps some other reviewers will take the following lines as the story of this book: a woman finds her true self/only at the end of love. And true, Meng’s debut is in part about defining love which means defining one’s self, but Meng shows us that that search isn’t just for love but everything else equally if not more important. And as one finds in great poetry, this exploration for self cares about us enough to not to keep us at bay with secret codes or annoying ego but envelope us in her warm ear for language and image: You think of all the days before/when your loneliness was a stain/to be stepped over at the edge of the room.