The random coincidii:
Tess Gallagher is also in Poetry East: Origins, the one I wrote about yesterday. Her poem "I Stop Writing the Poem" always moves me so much, as well as her brief essay. It's about folding clothes, one of her husband's shirts. She was widowed by then, and still liked to wear his shirt. I saw the folding as a kind of embrace. It's a short poem, so if I quote the end, it's almost half the poem, but you see how it's also about women's lives and how they help each other through them:
I'll get back to being
a woman. But for now
there's a shirt, a giant shirt
in my hands, and somewhere a small girl
standing next to her mother
watching to see how it's done.
And that's exactly what it is, with wonderfully erotic moments, lusty moments, humor, passion, and kisses personified, as in "The Kiss Gets a New Bonnet" and "The Kiss Joins the CIA." And grief as a golden thread throughout.
"Widow in Red Shoes" shows us "[a] quiet gathering of a few old friends, / my first time with some of them / since his death." Getting ready, she finds some favorite red shoes of the 60's. "Already they have the look / of something misunderstood." But she wears them:
He always loved
me in these red shoes. Defiant, sexy
and with him.
There's another Poetry East: Origins / kisses connection, as Ross Gay's poem is about "a goldfinch kissing / a sunflower." It's as sexy as Tess Gallagher's poem "Sugarcane"--sugar cane is also one of the recent coincidences here in the blog. It reminded me that you have to bite the cane first, to get at the juice, and then suck hard.
While I was reading, a squirrel was eating nuts out of my hand.