The Illustrated Edge
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The poems in this collection inhabit several countries or no country at all, but many are concerned with boundaries: between words and silence, one person and another, today and tomorrow, freedom and fear. Although the poems rarely employ traditional forms of rhyme and repetition, their sound is the engine that propels them, while invented visual shapes intensify the experience of reading. All of these experiments are concerned with how art works, what it requires of us, and what it gives back. As the cow in a gallery tells the viewer: "Feed me, please, / your possibilities, / and I will fatten you."
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The Illustrated Edge - Marsha Pomerantz
I
The Illustrated Middle
Acacia
Central Highland, Kenya
1
Yes, says Suleiman, met along the way,
write about all these live things
and the African man telling you
this. There is sound around his
words, on the highland subliming
in the morning, blunt sun glancing off
his glasses, cooking his camouflage
jacket as he tilts along the animal
tracks in his Reebok knockoffs,
too absorbed with a lion-paw print
on buffalo dung to name eddies
of air. I can’t write the sound down.
So hear, please, a hooshing
in the grass, a ratcheting on pebbles,
some woo-waw from a branch.
Then know: it’s none of these.
2
I open a door and this comes in:
wind, clouds, dizzy grass, oryx
pointing, tickbirds picking.
I want some of it
out, want to pluck things from
their red-ochre ground, leave
the red-ochre dust outside
the door. (You don’t know
how many times I’ve
swept out this life.) Some
ants and birds will not
inhabit the same tree.
That I live here too,
in this life, with its door,
leaves my throat ajar.
3
Stinging ants live in galls:
apartment nodes bulging
on acacia branches. All
the amenities, though you
would think the thorn tree
is nowhere to nestle. Still, I
take my cue from its spindly
limbs bridging air and air—
as mine do—with their spines
spiny and their leaves tiny,
so as to transpire less.
4
Suleiman tells us Don’t touch,
then taps the tree with his stick,
and ants emerge en masse
from pinhole doorways to greet
their guests. Like Abrahams
from their tents, I would say, but
that would make us three callers,
awkwardly, angels. It’s not eternity
I’m trying to grasp, only the open
doorway, airflow undaunted by
the thorns of an abode or the toxins
of the abider. No annunciation,
transpiring is all. That I live here
too, in this life, with its door,
opens.
What the Tenor Does with His Hands
Sometimes sketches out a winter sun
and covers it with cumulus,
then from the center gently cleaves
a cloudbank, leaving listening women
exposed like an icy harbor, men
straining toward a steamy cove.
Sometimes it is fall in the tenor’s hands
and they keen over lost leaves, then