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96 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2009
“Like the shadow box in the volume’s title, each piece consists of an inner world contained, framed, supported by an outer—the two interdependent, sometimes supplementary, often contrary.”
“In the Retirement Home: Revenant”
Cleaning her comb, she finds a remnant trace—
and sighs. She lays this single hair, this one
revenant that gives lie to truth, a lone
survivor, across the palm of her hand; her gaze
transfixed conjures in near despair to erase
from mind the glory that was Youth, this sun-
shine thread, the grandeur that was Blonde, now done:
one golden strand among the thousand grays.
“Shadow Box” (stanza 2)
Poor Ghost, you are no more than a guess
Of priest and sage, no more than nothingness dressed out
In cobweb rhetoric, wherein the mind in doubt
To calm itself must try to find its nakedness
A mortal sheltering for a time so brief
On earth its grave distress is its whole life.
“Fred Chappell’s poems-within-poems are serious play, verbal origami in dimensions of heart, mind, and spirit. They engage our brains whole, that we may delight in their skill as we dwell on their weight.”