By Constance Merritt
Wrested from the coppery, prepared claws of existential extremity, benefits and Inclemencies, Constance Merritt's moment choice of poems, is traditional in its types and radical in its achieving again to the floor of being and to the originality and immediacy of our first encounters with language. Forgoing the typical hedge of irony, those poems, with no apology, position their bets on elemental language, intentional grace, and culture in all its fruitfulness and freight.
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And so they walked and walked and talked and talked, Parted and met, parted and met again; And every time they met they were amazed, As if a second sun had graced the sky, As if they’d heard the music of the spheres. 21 III. Lines for the Cartographer, Lost Nightly in your prayers remember the late cartographer, lost In his long labors to raise the continent of absence. Remember years of loneliness and dogged refusal To relinquish a self-imposed task that was clearly futile: To number and name innumerable countries, christening each With shape and shade, intent upon intimate knowledge of terrain.
The wind has sharp, white teeth. The wind will tell you lies, Don’t listen though she weep. The stars are gaping maws. The sky, one hungry lung. The crowd is just the crowd, Though it clamor like the sun, Though it clang like cracked bells rung. I have no need for tongue. Day’s end: The blinds are drawn; Dark blankets swaddle sound. The sky’s a board of nails Upon which silence waits; Alone, I lift it down And don it like a dress. 47 By day, my smooth blue dress, My rough one, dirty gray; By night, no blouse but bliss, My heart keeps open house.
Ears’ roar, heart’s thrum. Close as I dare to come, Thrush song is what I breathe when I inhale; Exhaling, I swear, it’s helium comes out. The moon, grown light, rises ever higher, Pulls the string of my attention tight until, Hoot owl, tree frog, cricket making their claim, It breaks like a cloud bursting into rain. Or a spell. Loving you, I lost the world. And losing you? I thought I’d lost my home. Though evening wraps me, steady as a ﬂame. 51 Three O’Clock after Elizabeth Bishop’s “Song for the Rainy Season” A ﬂash of light, the rattling pane, Sleep scurries frightened like a child At three o’clock, I wake to rain.
Blessings and Inclemencies: Poems by Constance Merritt