By John Hollander
A wonderful new assortment from one in every of our such a lot 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 chook of “countless colors” calls to brain “the echo . . . / of an internal occasion / From my forgotten past”; a subway bee sting evokes speedy not likely visits by way of the muses—a non permanent wisdom 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: truth altered by means of our unavoidably much less actual yet possibly “truer” keep in mind of prior occasions (“memory— / As jam-packed with random holes as any / Uncleaned window is of spots / Of blur and dimming—begins right now / To interfere”). nonetheless others research the dramatic adjustments in standpoint we endure over the process a life-time as, within the poem “When We Went Up,” John Hollander describes the numerous responses he has to mountain climbing an identical mountain at diversified issues in his life.
In the entire poems Hollander illuminates the fluid nature of actual and emotional adventure, the connections among the easy issues we come across each day 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, so much of what we come to understand on the planet is “A demise second / Of lastingness thenceforth / Ever to not be.”
Throughout this thought-provoking assortment, Hollander finds the ways that we're continuously developing specified worlds of our personal, “a draft of light” of our personal making, and the way those worlds, in flip, consistently form our most simple identities and truest selves.
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