Tess Gallagher, one of America's most accomplished poets, presents Moon Crossing Bridge, her sixth book, a descent into the world of the dead, a remembrance of her recently deceased beloved, whose presence and absence are recalled in sombre lyrical rhythms and with a extraordinary range of expressions of love and sadness.
Devoid of self-pity or illusion, yet full of dream and vision and wisdom, these beautifully intense and powerful poems bestow the gift of words to the widow's silence, to the silence of all who are muted by grief and loss. With this unusual volume, arranged in six carefully paced movements to suggest the journey from death to recovery, Gallagher charges language with its utmost responsibilities: here poetry aspires deeply and urgently beyond its cultural marginality to embrace the paradox of sharing unshareable pain and to assume again an Orphic voice and a communal necessity.
Tess Gallagher is the author of eight volumes of poetry, including Dear Ghosts, Moon Crossing Bridge, and My Black Horse. She will release her collection of New and Selected Poems entitled Midnight Lantern in October 2011. Gallagher is also the author of Amplitude, Soul Barnacles: Ten More Years with Ray, A Concert of Tenses: Essays on Poetry, and three collections of short fiction: At the Owl Woman Saloon, The Lover of Horses and Other Stories and The Man from Kinvara: Selected Stories. She also spearheaded the publication of Raymond Carvers Beginners in Library of Americas complete collection of his stories released Fall 2009. She spends time in a cottage on Lough Arrow in Co. Sligo in the West of Ireland and also lives and writes in her hometown of Port Angeles, Washington"
to fold the clothes. No matter who lives or who dies, I'm still a woman. I'll always have plenty to do. I bring the arms of his shirt together. Nothing can stop our tenderness. I'll get back to the poem. I'll get back to being a woman. But for now there's a shirt, a giant shirt in my hands, and somewhere a small girl standing next to her mother watching to see how it's done. p. 64
I have known of this poem for Gallagher for awhile. I had no idea, until I picked up this collection, that she had written it after her husband died. For me, there is added poignancy now to her words. I am not sure I would have any words if my husband had died.
This whole collection is wonderful. I had to read the poems slowly and over and over again, but that is me, not Gallagher. Her words are so carefully chosen and so beautiful.
April is National Poetry month. I should have gotten to more poetry, but time got away from me. At least I read these poems. If you haven't read Gallagher, I highly recommend her.
When Tess Gallagher is good, she's REALLY good. Some stunning insights and breathtaking writing. Packed with carefully constructed poems about grief and mourning. However, when Tess is not good, it's tough. At times, I got lost in convoluted sentences or abstractions (a sin I am often guilty of in my writing, and now, having read her, I can see why people read them and say tsk, tsk.) However, a book that is WELL WORTH picking up. She looks at the world in wonderful ways.
I enjoyed meeting Tess a few years ago. She is a warm and gracious person. I must confess however that I find her obsession with the death of Raymond Carver somewhat off-putting, but that probably says more about my discomfort with love and loss and the unavoidable tragedy of being human and giving a damn than it does about her skill as a poet and vision as an artist. In the case of this collection there is nothing off-putting about the aforementioned obsession however, in that it was written shortly after the sad event that gave birth to it. Her poems are difficult and almost always require multiple readings, usually repaying the effort. One of the more accessible to me and my favorite in this collection is entitled "The Forest She Was Trying to Say" which opens with a quotation from Marina Tsvetayeva and then these lines: "The angel wings of the hemlock aren't for flying. They are the fragrant arms of a stately spirit held in the shape of an unlived moment when the world, in all its woe and splendor, disappeared. To visit the sunless core of the forest is to say to the heart, which is always a remnant, "Love as if you will be answered," and in that fiction to force love wide as the invisible net of bird flight between the boughs." For poetry this good I forgive any obsession I think.
Moon Crossing Bridge is a collection about lost love, grief, and moving forward. The book is filled with poems about the author's late husband and the poems written feel like the poet's way of processing her loss. The poems in this collection is full of beautiful lyrics and confessional forms. Gallagher is so good and weaving metaphors together in single poems and then using them again throughout the book. The most prominent example of this is the moon (a symbol or romance) that keeps appearing as the speaker travels. Though there are some jaw dropping poems in this collection (especially the fourth section and in Japan) there often seem to be too many poems about lost love... and maybe it would be better to experience this collection in pieces instead of all at once.
Things I liked~ *I think the lyric of the poems are so strong and they are what kept me moving through the book even though the subject matter felt repetitive. *The Japan poems are so beautiful and I flew through the section. *I love the continuous image of the moon and moonlight following the speaker. *The final poems are a good way to end the collection with moving forward and acceptance.
Things I didn't like as much~ *I felt the book was a bit slow without a lot of diversity.
“I run the comb through his lush hair, letting it think into my wrist”
“Language, that great concealer, is more than generous, gives always what it doesn’t have.”
“For to confirm what is forever beyond speech pulls action out of us.”
& from the titular poem:
“And who’s to say I didn’t cross just because I used the bridge in its witnessing, to let the water stay the water and the incongruities of the moon to chart that joining I was certain of.”
she’s so good! i will hold onto these phrases and many others. she writes about loss adeptly; it is about him and not, more about the space left, and what it makes of you, what you make of it.
These poems are deeply personal, about the death of her true love, Raymond Carver. I am honored she trusted me with her feelings. There are poems in this powerful book that made me cry, and there were places where I smiled. I don't believe I've ever read a book as deeply passionate as this extraordinary book.
The writing is stunning, and I thank Ms. Gallagher for sharing her love and her grief.
An absolute treasure. Tess Gallagher breaks your heart by drawing out the emotion and damage her own has withstood after Raymond Carver’s passing. Beautifully paced, elegantly destructive; these poems make you slow down, think about the ordinary touches of meaning which explode into what it is to love someone. They wrap you loosely, providing warmth with brisk, stiff rips of the coldest air.
This is such a heartbreaking, poignant and moving collection. I am a fan of Raymond Carver, so that's why I came to this but... wow, I was blown away. I love the way Gallagher writes. I felt like I was truly savoring all her descriptions. Can't wait to read more of her.
Another book of poetry sent me in this direction - her husband, Raymond Carver's 'A New Path to the Waterfall.'
Other poets grace the opening of each section Some I know (Neruda, Daisetz Suzuki), others are a welcome introduction (Tsvetayeva, Matthiessan).
I am surprised by the many references to Japan and Buddhism throughout. She also confronts the death of her husband, often with living memories.
One of the poems is prefaced: Don't play it like it is love It is a memory of love. (The conductor, Francis Travis, instructing the volunteer orchestr in Tokyo Japan)
Review: accomplished?? accomplished in the sense of having written much, but whose work is worth little? Again this work is in the modernist vogue, attempting to be novel, but lacking real spirit, does this novel speak to readers-No, but this novel speak for the author and her own experience.
Fathomless
The peacock has eaten the poison orchid and shakes poison into beauty of feathers as easily as my hair unlatches its black hairpins into the pool the sunken grave has made of him. They drop and drop. From a long way off I hear them strike bone there could be eyesocket or pelvis or sternum. The sounds is not what I expected
There's something so strong-willed and filling about Tess Gallagher. This collection of poems written after the death of Raymond Carver aches with aloneness but not loneliness. There's a lot of Japan and quiet scenery. Some of the poem endings left me unsatisfied, but overall I enjoyed this.
Tess Gallagher writes about the loss of her beloved husband in many of these poems which is naturally sad, longing words of missing him. Very moving and more easily understood than some of her other collections.