Archive for April, 2003

Wendell Berry More than Nature Poet

Tuesday, April 1st, 2003
During a slight lull in tax preparation, I managed to finish Wendell Berry’s A Timbered Choir. Strangely, about the time I started feeling that Wendell Berry was an overly optimistic poet, I suddenly encountered this poem from 1991: The year begins with war. Our bombs fall day and night, Hour after hour, by death Abroad appeasing wrath, Folly, and [...]

Atwoods Selected Poems II

Thursday, April 3rd, 2003
I’ve started reading Margaret Atwood’s Selected Poems II: Poems Selected and New 197-1986. While I’m a little turned off by how many of the poems are seen through a decidedly feminist perspective, it’s impossible to deny the power of many of her best poems. Perhaps the war in Iraq has made me more sensitive [...]

Hunkering Down

Monday, April 7th, 2003
The last half of Margaret Atwood: Selected Poems II focuses a lot on snakes, not a favorite of mine, and old age, a subject I’m more familiar with, but not much fonder of. There are titles like “Aging Female Poet Sits on the Balcony,” “Aging Female Poet Reads Little Magazines,” and “Aging Female [...]

Ablaze with Life’s Passion

Wednesday, April 9th, 2003
Before they came the air was calm enough, Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss. Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise. Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine. They concentrate my attention that was happy Playing and resting without committing itself. [...]