By Margaret Gibson
One physique is Margaret Gibson's so much intimate choice of poems to date. Written as though to honor the injunction "Work to simplify the heart," the poems are direct, empathetic, and soft of their research of existence and demise. The 13 poems of the outlet series, in addition to different poems all through, glance gradually at existence and loss of life until eventually they're transparently "one body." "Closer to death," she writes, "I wish nice religion and nice doubt." even if the point of interest is own or social, Gibson has written the poems during this wonderful assortment "because i would like to work out / how the physique is going nonetheless / how the brain, how the lens of the attention / magnifies to an vacancy / so deep, so flared large / there's all over box and the resource / of field." One physique is the paintings of a richly contemplative poet.I used to be attracted to it possibly as a result of its colour, mysterious because the previous Russian cry to God, gospodi. i didn't bow to it.My backbone straightened as I stood quietly there to check its architectural trinities,petals that opened down as though to the touch damp earth, 3 that lifted skyward, shut adequate to make a tent,a sanctuary in which 3 extra, lavender and yellow, hovered overthe pistil, white and nonetheless. I remembered the door in my previous dream, past which, I as soon as inspiration, the riddle of delivery and loss of life lay revealed.The door used to be white. It used to be shining. It used to be shut-- yet no. It wasn't close. It wasn't even a door. It used to be the sunshine of a unmarried eye.Whatever i glance at, it appears to be like back.From "Iris" released in a single Bodyby Margaret Gibson. Copyright © 2007 via Margaret Gibson. All rights reserved.PRAISE FOR THE BOOK"Though by no means shirking their valuable engagement with the darker truths, Margaret Gibson's poems are continually acts of exuberant affirmation."--Eamon Grennan80 pages, 5.5 x nine
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Oh, but I have rebelled enough. Right or wrong, I can love her now—as only I can, as only I am—holding back just this, my childish fear of her unsatisfied heart, still so stubbornly holding on. indd 59 7/13/07 1:09:11 PM yonder Summer nights, I still smell the honeysuckle at the edge of her voice when she called me to listen to the bobwhites across the field, their call and response a way to measure the interval between dusk and white blaze as the moon, our distaff and shadow-bearing source of profusion, rose.
I had wanted to be with him— he chose what we could bear. Don’t ask how I know. Perhaps I don’t know. But tonight when David asked if I wanted a fire, the spring night cold, and I said yes, I was thinking of my father’s ardent spirit. I wanted that. And when the fire failed to catch and keep—too little kindling and the oak log thick—we were too weary to fuss with it. An hour passed. We read, had supper— then of its own accord the fire blazed. Sospiri, it flared and, for a moment, I saw the fire inside the fire.
We read, had supper— then of its own accord the fire blazed. Sospiri, it flared and, for a moment, I saw the fire inside the fire. Call it what you will, the radiance in the room had presence—his. indd 56 7/13/07 1:09:11 PM my mother’s girdle My mother isn’t dead, but I’m disposing of her things, unpacking two dressers, a closet a pine chest weeding out old Christmas cards and doctor’s appointments, saved napkins and the little containers of jam she’s taken from restaurants, afraid she’ll never have enough, never enough and wanting a “sweet touch” at the close of a bitter day.
