The second section's narrator begins with poems of cutting oneself off from the outer world and possibly the grief felt in the first section. From "The Gothic Truth" (Page 40), "not making a sound, she watches the grindstone/wobbling hung turning him spitting not stopping/" Throughout the second section, the poems examine the paralysis felt by the narrator by that oppressive grief. From "Carnal" (Page 37), "crumpled and blooded she curled/under a stairwell in hay"
In the final section of this volume, the narrator is rising from the darkness and turmoil of grief to find a way to move on, evolve, and become a stronger self. Readers will enjoy the complexity of these poems, their deep secrets, and highly emotional language.
5 a.m. (Page 54-55)
I rise from a wreckage of sleep
again the long blind scarf of grief
and yesterday and yesterday's
gunmetal page
the porch lights hiss
at the shroud-hung sky
I go down the stairs to the garden
to be where the roses are leaning
heavy and sweet on the long fence
I lift my face from burial
into burial in the softness of flowers
that is like the skin under the necks of animals
tears shine
in the small white crosses
in their fire centers
the start clematis has made
and entered on
the dead espaliered pear
suddenly I am
jarred
wheep and again
wheep wheep I hear
hidden birds
coming alive
one by one
in the trees
thick pollen of light
undraping the roof lines
This is my 3rd book for the poetry review challenge.
2 comments:
I like the poem you chose to highlight. Sounds like an interesting collection. I wonder why it's called Green Bodies?
--Anna
Diary of an Eccentric
I'm hoping that Rosemary will answer a few questions about the book for my examiner.com article. I did ask her about the title, so keep your fingers crossed.
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