By John Hollander
A wonderful new assortment from one among our so much exceptional poets.
Here are poems that discover the ways that usual items open doorways to the extra hidden, unconscious truths of our internal selves: a poultry of “countless colors” calls to brain “the echo . . . / of an internal occasion / From my forgotten past”; a subway bee sting inspires fast not going visits through the muses—a short-term information that's “as a lot of a / present from these 9 sisters as / Is ever given.”
Other poems lay naked the imperfect nature of our stories: fact altered via our unavoidably much less actual yet maybe “truer” remember of prior occasions (“memory— / As filled with random holes as any / Uncleaned window is of spots / Of blur and dimming—begins right away / To interfere”). nonetheless others learn the dramatic adjustments in point of view we suffer over the process an entire life as, within the poem “When We Went Up,” John Hollander describes the numerous responses he has to mountain climbing a similar mountain at assorted issues in his life.
In the entire poems Hollander illuminates the fluid nature of actual and emotional event, the connections among the easy issues we come across on a daily basis and the ways that the which means we characteristic to them shapes our lives. just like the harmonious coming jointly of bandstand tools on a summer season afternoon, he writes, so much of what we come to grasp on this planet is “A demise second / Of lastingness thenceforth / Ever to not be.”
Throughout this thought-provoking assortment, Hollander unearths the ways that we're regularly growing distinct worlds of our personal, “a draft of light” of our personal making, and the way those worlds, in flip, always form our most simple identities and truest selves.
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Those Letters—children’s blocks of assorted Sizes, smaller anagram chips, Uppercase letters thirty-six aspect and bigger minimize from headlines as though ready to be pasted Onto an ax-murderer’s taunt— Graphemes, characters depicting The invisible contours of spoken Sounds. but each one of them is possessed via that spirit of From … to … that Marks the opposite form of letter, each atom of inscribing conversing as though within the voice it Can simply produce whilst joined with What the opposite letters say; or Characters, say, in a few tale, The characters of every of them Revealing themselves slowly in Silent live performance with the others. these kinds of letters scattered throughout An outdated, netless, legless, Ping-Pong desk mendacity at the ground, complete Of the wealthy chances That recombination can breed Packed into the seeds of sunshine by means of Which writing illuminates now not in simple terms itself yet warms iciness Darkness, chilly with meaninglessness. BEING STUNG by way of A BEE at the LEXINGTON road neighborhood Ouch! etcetera apart, after which likewise the end that I Had certainly no longer been Stabbed within the left shoulder with A knitting needle via a few demented Wretch whose distress I’d be Momentarily Too offended to spare Any actual sympathy for (Though I knew too good lifestyles had undone so Many) sitting within the jammed motor vehicle heading uptown during the acutely Nonrural subway tunnel: stated end drawn From a next Nonmechanical buzzing In my ear followed by means of an exact glimpse Of the creature who wouldn't stay lengthy humming off, because it have been and as a question of truth in addition— What a few fool Of the literal may well suggest by way of rus in urbe … All of these apart, It was once purely weeks After that i noticed That the very (most Nonliteral) element Of the edge used to be that the concept Buzzed via my brain a few Days later that I used to be as one that, as soon as stung by means of A gold-banded Bee in a fantasy, may have thereupon got As a gift—not from Apollo himself, yet from certainly one of his 9 ladies— a weird variety Of knowledge: yet of which type, and from which ones— Which of the Muses— not to mention what tied That bunch to that lost bee (Poor misplaced bee! I had No anger for her As i would have had for the Knitting-needle nut) And what deep cosmic Questions had held on this I couldn't think. yet even though with out reward nor Muses nor certainly An to be had Apollo, i might Come to finish that even the next short Sting of the surprising information of them and their Moot irrelevance used to be as a lot of a present from these 9 sisters as Is ever given. desk bound BICYCLE As you cross “by” you can find them All there of their overalls, straw Hats and pink bandannas on their faraway from pink necks, making a song, as they hard work, a few of the natural types Of the songs we’d heard in early life. afterward you know with whatever like chagrin—regret? —that They have been accumulating pressed plants. this can be a type of events At which you could go searching, glance Out at what you've been passing via a few vehicular window merely via taking a look in—into your personal taking a look itself—and now could be whilst the main far away bushes Can pace on through, quick spotted, yet with out freeing any Sparks of particularity whereas what commonly could Be the all-too-evanescent Glimpses of what's happening Very close by take one of those endlessly to spread themselves.