The Trailhead
Kerri Webster
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Belletristik / Lyrik, Dramatik
Beschreibung
Song of the Husbands
for Henry
All winter the kind husbands hover
like mortgaged angels. One
smells gasoline in his sleep, would
be my lover. They want me
to be well. Specimen, they say, and
mean endearment. I row
into the flood. The vodka
turns the lemon to crystal, the
carp turn the pond to shit and hunger,
the lingerie turns the trunkful
of lingerie into a special trunk.
And the husbands, the husbands
If asked they will install a water feature.
I tend my minor art,
I push my sorrow cart,
the women sing to the women o'er the prison
walls: Daughters of Elysium!: as
I elysium myself to sleep and,
waking, wear a
poppy cast from silver around
my neck. I grow
ashamed of my teeth, I pawn, redeem,
pawn, redeem, shoo
deer from the poison hedge. Oh
leanmost season. Speak,
husbands; speak, cocked
honeys; speak!
"I'm learning to allow for visions," the primary speaker of The Trailhead announces, setting out through a landscape populated by swan-killers, war torturers, and kings. Much of the book takes place in the contemporary American West, and these poems reckon with the violence inherent in that place. A "conversion narrative" of sorts, the book examines the self as a "burned-over district," individual and cultural pain as a crucible in which the book's sibyls and spinsters are remade, transfigured. "Sacralization/is when things become holy, also/when vertebrae fuse," the book tells us, pulling at the tensions between secular and sacred embodiment, exposing the essential difficulty of being a speaking woman. The collection arrives at a taut, gendered calling—a firm faith in the power and worth of the female voice—and a broader faith in poetry not as a vehicle of atonement or expiation, but as bulwark against our frailties and failings.
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poetry, gender, sex, sexuality, violence, feminism, feminist poetry, spinster, priestess, sybil, seer