Aftermath: Poems by Sandra M. Gilbert

By Sandra M. Gilbert

Sandra Gilbert's poems are fantastically positioned on the intersection of craft and feeling.—Billy CollinsThe name of this collection—at occasions mournful, sardonic, and joyous—refers to the grief within the wake of loss. but those poems aren't with regards to the implications of loss but in addition in regards to the complicated reports of persistence, acquiescence, and rebirth that, with success, mark the aftermath of sorrow. from "Aftermath: Kite"       But the idea is just paper in any case,       a soul that adheres to a stick, tears open, shreds       as if it really is flung to the floor in a last glossy fall,       and ultimately the road is going limp, the mountaineering ends.       Beyond the push & sweep, an arc of silence—       though a brain imagined this flight, & proved it as soon as.

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And the breakers speak their snarl of sentences while great fish pace beneath the glimmering surface, & hawks loop above the pines at the edge of the beach. CREMATION, SEPTEMBER 23, 2009 The box, the long gray flimsy box, a box for a tall bouquet, a delivery box, a box of body, of face, of flickering changes of face, of "once there was" & "now there's me" poised at the sill of awe: a silent roaring that just goes on & on, a gray door that slowly rises & a wrenching begins, something turns a weighty handle & now the body that has forgotten its box of words, slides with its 37 tongue of a shrunken leaf, its useless eyelids, along a brief slick track into a mouth of flames that are never still, yet never the same.

We ate Cornish game hens stuffed with wild rice. A string quartet played the waltzes from Rosen/cavalier. Cousins & fathers& brothers uttered toasts. When we cut the cake, Monsieur Charles, the maitre-d', surprised you with a cupcake on which a single candle rode. ) There was white satin, as usual, & the usual rice. We had three children, four grandchildren -a little girl you never met is at this moment crying in the next room, & the sun is climbing over the cypresses. As is customary, more than two thirds of the party are now dead, including of course you, and who will wave and smile in the backseat of the car, 47 who will roll down the window and let in the cold air?

Everybody wore hats. We ate Cornish game hens stuffed with wild rice. A string quartet played the waltzes from Rosen/cavalier. Cousins & fathers& brothers uttered toasts. When we cut the cake, Monsieur Charles, the maitre-d', surprised you with a cupcake on which a single candle rode. ) There was white satin, as usual, & the usual rice. We had three children, four grandchildren -a little girl you never met is at this moment crying in the next room, & the sun is climbing over the cypresses. As is customary, more than two thirds of the party are now dead, including of course you, and who will wave and smile in the backseat of the car, 47 who will roll down the window and let in the cold air?

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