By John Hollander
An excellent new assortment from one among our such a lot distinct poets.
Here are poems that discover the ways that traditional gadgets open doorways to the extra hidden, unconscious truths of our internal selves: a chicken of “countless colors” calls to brain “the echo . . . / of an internal occasion / From my forgotten past”; a subway bee sting inspires quickly not going visits through the muses—a short-term information that's “as a lot of a / reward from these 9 sisters as / Is ever given.”
Other poems lay naked the imperfect nature of our thoughts: truth altered by means of our unavoidably much less exact yet maybe “truer” bear in mind of prior occasions (“memory— / As jam-packed with random holes as any / Uncleaned window is of spots / Of blur and dimming—begins instantly / 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 various responses he has to mountain climbing an analogous 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 straightforward issues we come across on a daily basis and the ways that the that means we characteristic to them shapes our lives. just like the harmonious coming jointly of bandstand tools on a summer time afternoon, he writes, such a lot of what we come to understand on this planet is “A death second / Of lastingness thenceforth / Ever to not be.”
Throughout this thought-provoking assortment, Hollander finds the ways that we're consistently developing distinct worlds of our personal, “a draft of light” of our personal making, and the way those worlds, in flip, regularly form our most elementary identities and truest selves.
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