New poetry: Rapture's Road; And Then the Hare; Landscape of the Body; All the Good Things You Deserve
Published date | 05 May 2024 |
Author | Martina Evans |
Publication title | Irish Times: Web Edition Articles (Dublin, Ireland) |
Metamorphosis is the escape, flagged throughout by Hewitt's emblem moths fluttering, raising the question of mutability. Can we control it? "I have chosen one life, interred/ countless other selves." (Pleated Inkcaps). Yet the best lines emerge from a sense of powerlessness, in the haunting observation of Evening, With Ghost Moths, "each moth a door/ spinning open/then shut. What apertures//are these? Into which hole/in the night are they vanishing?/Little spectres – each body//a fitful apparition undoing its sign/ on the dark ..."
Nature signals Hewitt's ongoing grief, "my darting eyes –/waiting for you, father, to turn/your white side open, to show yourself –/" The finest poem is the shortest as Wyatt's landscape mimes Hewitt's fear of death, fear of ageing, reflecting back his deepest emotions in a haunting illustration of Eliot's objective correlative: "By my age, the snows of my father's/ life were already half-fallen./What is that sound? The white hart//leaping through its dark estate./ Frost on the eyes of the animals./ Frost in the mouths of the trees –" (Snows)
Michelle O'Sullivan's And Then the Hare (Gallery, €12.95) opens with a precise, tangible image. "It seems the first in weeks /– actual sunlight on the table, /a strip so wide you could/ warm your hands in it." (Welcome Stranger). The reader can't help but share in this "sudden glee that it's/you who comes to mind:/'Welcome, stranger, to this place/ where Joy doth sit on every bough.'"
The "you" is William Blake and it is a fitting evocation for a collection concerned with both the heavens and the earth. Blake's dualist spirit is a strong presence, "Venus changes from evening star to morning star/ and almost surpasses earth every 584 days./There is that realignment.//Of earth's sister or evil twin." (At the Surface). O'Sullivan's hopeful, watchful eye is a source of "Joy" as she looks down in Not Everything Violent Is Irreversible, summoning another Blakean image, the heavens reflected in the earth, "Thinking her dead I knelt where flag met grass...
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