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The Best American Poetry 1997 (English Edition) par [Tate, James]
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"The daily routine of our lives can be good and even wonderful, but there is still a hunger in us for the mystery of the deep waters, and poetry can fulfill that hunger." So writes James Tate, editor of the 1997 edition of Best American Poetry. The poems that follow his essay bear out the claim. Including work by Allen Ginsberg, Denise Levertov, Mark Strand, and other first-rate poets, the 1997 collection again delights the reader with the variety and quality of poetry now being written. Here is a taste, from Mark Strand's contribution, "Morning, Noon and Night": "Whatever the starcharts told us to watch for or the maps / Said we would find, nothing prepared us for what we discovered. / We toiled in the shadowless depths of noon, / While an alien wind slept in the branches, and dead leaves / Turned to dust in the streets." This series consistently produces collections that are essential reading for poetry lovers.


Chapter 1
Back in the World

I took a shortcut through blood

to get back to you,

but the house where I left you is empty now.

You've packed up and moved on,

leaving this old photograph of the two of us,

taken before I left for Viet Nam.

You've cut yourself out of it,

torn your half in pieces

and lain them on the mantel,

where your knickknacks used to be:

those godawful Hummels you'd been saving for years

and a small glass vial you said

contained your grandmother's tears.

A thick film of dust comes off on my fingers,

when I rub them across the years that came to separate us.

In a corner of the living room, facing a wall,

I find my last painting of you.

In it, you lie, naked, on the old iron bed,

your head hanging over the side,

your hair, flowing to the floor

like a wide black river.

There, Max, the cat, is curled

in a grey, purring blur,

all fur and gooseberry green eyes that stare at me,

as if accusing me of some indiscretion

he doesn't dare mention.

Suddenly, he meows loudly

and rises as if he's been spooked,

runs through the house,

then swoops back to his place beside you,

and beside the night table,

on which I've painted a heart on a white plate,

and a knife and fork on a red checkered napkin.

You hate the painting. You say I'm perverse

to paint you that way, and worse, an amateur.

"Do you want to tear my heart out and eat it

like those Aztecs used to do,

so you can prove you don't need me?" you ask.

"But I do need you," I say. "That's the point."

"I don't get it," you say,

as you dress for some party

you claim you are going to, but I'm on to your game.

It's your lover who's waiting for you.

"I know who he is," I say,

"but I don't know his name,"

then I run to the bathroom,

grab a handful of Trojans

and throw them at you,

as you slam the door on me,

before I can slam it on you.

You don't come back, until you get word

that I've enlisted in the army.

I'm packing when you show up.

"You heard," I say

and you tell me that it's perverse of me too.

"Who are you kidding, you, a soldier?

And what's that?" you ask.

I give you the small canvas I've just finished.

"A sample of my new work," I say.

"There's nothing on it," you say.

"That's right," I tell you. "It's white like the plate,

after I ate your heart."

"Don't start," you say, "don't."

We part with a brief kiss like two strangers

who miss the act of pressing one mouth

against another, yet resist, resist.

We part on a day just like this,

a day that seems as if it will never end,

in an explosion that sends my body

flying through the air

in the white glare of morning,

when without warning, I step on a landmine

and regain consciousness to find

I'm a notation on a doctor's chart that says,

BK amputee.

Now I imagine myself racing through the house

just as Max did once,

only to return to myself, to the bed,

the night table, the canvas in my lap

and my brush, poised above it.

When Max, toothless and so old,

his hair comes out in clumps, when I touch him,

half sits, half collapses beside my wheelchair,

I begin to paint, first a black background,

then starting from the left side,

a white line, beside a red line

beside a white, beside a red,

each one getting smaller and smaller,

until they disappear off the edge of the canvas.

I title it "Amateur."

I call it art.

from Quarterly West

Copyright © 1997 by David Lehman

Foreword copyright © 1997 by David Lehman

Introduction copyright © 1997 by James Tate

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  • Format : Format Kindle
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  • Nombre de pages de l'édition imprimée : 274 pages
  • Editeur : Scribner; Édition : Original ed. (4 septembre 1997)
  • Vendu par : Amazon Media EU S.à r.l.
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ASIN: B0031OQ0PQ
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