By Daniel Mark Epstein
The poems in Daniel Mark Epstein's 8th poetry assortment diversity from the type of good and complete works for which he's recognized to brilliant items which are near-spiritual encounters. continually an guaranteed poet, Epstein employs creative rhythms to outstanding impact in those new poems, and it frequently turns out as though the reader isn't really quite a bit examining the poems as remembering them. And with the invention every one poem brings, there's a "shock of recognition," as if those elusive but crucial principles were current all alongside. The Glass home is an grand book--wonderful in its evocations of nature, encouraging occasionally, usually elegiac or even heartbreaking.
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And not one of my children Entranced by the lullaby Ever turned in my arms To ask what was unspoken On the edge of oblivion. 46 4 Ponte Vedra In the lightning-crazed sky above the sea I cannot tell the angels from the clouds Or any god’s voice from thunder. I have not had the heart for poetry In half a year, being too much consumed With birth, death, the hazard and the odds, To see or hear the breath of my own wonder. Not by calculus or strategy Has anyone attained a paradise; But standing on the stairway where surprise Alights with its shower of gold, alive In the hour extempore, wide-eyed, free As a dolphin or seagull, one may be Ready for the gods when they arrive.
Here is wood for sacrifice. This must be the place. ” “God will provide,” he replied. So He would. 50 The boy I think still thought this was a game As father laid him down upon the sticks And tied him there—except for the odd light In those faithful eyes, and suddenly the knife. All this I watched, and here I drew the line. I am no special angel. Of the nine Choirs I dwell farthest below the seat Of the Most High and those Councillors Who take their glory straight from God, Or Powers who rule stars and wind and rain.
A mercy! I long to say (Too shy for the intrusion) We see sorrows one by one. But this is not my play. He answers whatever she asks, His smile overturns her frown. Tragic and comic masks Overlook the stage curtain: One fears it will come down, One laughs that it must open. The train rolls under the mountain Where all of us travel alone. 33 Old Wives’ Tale I have picked a spray of mallow By moonlight, for its powers; So ghostly white, the blossoms, From petals to pistil and stamens, All of a uniform pallor—no One ever saw such flowers.
The Glass House: New Poems by Daniel Mark Epstein