A collection of metaphysical and erotic verse by one of the twentieth century's most influential poets expresses a passionate, yet calm, state of connection between lovers in which both are transformed into something larger than the two of them. Original. IP.
Kenneth Rexroth was an American poet, translator, and critical essayist.
He is regarded as a central figure in the San Francisco Renaissance, and paved the groundwork for the movement. Although he did not consider himself to be a Beat poet, and disliked the association, he was dubbed the "Father of the Beats" by Time magazine.
Largely self-educated, Rexroth learned several languages and translated poems from Chinese, French, Spanish, and Japanese. He was among the first poets in the United States to explore traditional Japanese poetic themes and forms.
Rexroth died in Santa Barbara, California, on June 6, 1982. He had spent his final years translating Japanese and Chinese women poets, as well as promoting the work of female poets in America and overseas.
...I lie alone in an alien Bed in a strange house and morning More cruel than any midnight Pours its brightness through the window - Cherry branches with the flowers Fading, and behind them the gold Stately baubles of the maple, And behind them the pure immense April sky and a white frayed cloud, And in and behind everything, The inescapable vacant Distance of loneliness.
Rexroth is one of my favorite poets to read. These love poems are a mix of sensuous love poems to women who have shared his bed, translations of soft love poetry from mostly Oriental sources, and familial love poems to his daughter. Surprisingly, I who am childless, was most moved by the latter. Those poems are lush and personal and often draw upon the celestial to evoke his feelings for the female beside him. Often it is late in the poem before we realize that female is his five-year-old daughter.
Love tributes to his intimates and his intimacy with nature. His is a voice that always speaks to me.
"Sacramental Acts" is perhaps the finest collection of love poems by any American writer; surpassed, perhaps, and I emphasize perhaps, only by Pablo Neruda's "20 Love Poems."
Filled with love poems to Rexroth's wives, ex-wives, children, father, etc. the collection veers from the erotic to the touching to the achingly beautiful. The writing is amazingly pure, direct and simple and the forms are a masterclass for anyone interested in writing poetry. Even the translations cut to the heart of love.
This is my favorite book of poetry to date, and as a literature major I feel safe in saying I read at least a little poetry. Rexroth's style is impeccably beautiful, unique to himself, and well-suited to love poetry. The translations from the Japanese poetry are well-done, but the major appeal of this collection is his original poetry, such as "When we with Sappho" and "She is Away."