there are two other poems as well, all online
"Epic Simile" and "First Miracle" are more stunning though--Congratulations, Alicia!
You are a poet of the primal, and that's where you've really got it going. I mean who has ever approached anything like this:
...Her unstartled gaze
Beads on him like a sniper’s sites, until
At the clean report of a cracking poplar branch,
She leaps away like luck, over rapid water,
And snowfall scrims the scene like a mist of tears,
Like a migraine, like sweat or blood streaming into your eyes.
--from "Epic Simile"
or this:
She can’t change water into wine; instead
She fashions sweet milk out of her own blood.
It's almost frightening. Frighteningly primal, archetypal--those things so many poets make no attempt to confront these days. But then that's what life is when you strip away the pop culture, the bullshit, the trivial. Thanks so much, Alicia.
|