Nuns Looking Anxious, Listening to Radios
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Nuns Looking Anxious, Listening to Radios is a work in the hazard of retrieval. What sticks in retrospect? Seldom what you would expect, not always the happiness. Otherwise you could train for life, you could actually learn from grandmothers, mothers; poems -- those bodies of lines and spaces -- would not appear unbidden bearing news you hold your breath to hear. Helen Humphreys comes through the rich reproach of the past into the present, a bruise, a beautiful bloom.
Helen Humphreys
HELEN HUMPHREYS is an acclaimed and award-winning author of fiction, non-fiction and poetry. She has won the Rogers Writers’ Trust Fiction Prize, a Lambda Literary Award for Fiction and the Toronto Book Award. She has also been a finalist for the Governor General’s Literary Award for Fiction, the Trillium Book Award and CBC’s Canada Reads. Her most recent work includes the novel Rabbit Foot Bill and the memoir And a Dog Called Fig. The recipient of the Harbourfront Festival Prize for literary excellence, Helen Humphreys lives in Kingston, Ontario.
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Nuns Looking Anxious, Listening to Radios - Helen Humphreys
Derek
I. Virginia Woolf's Kitchen
Souvenirs
What you think you will remember
is the colour of the sea
or the kite above it
snagged on clouds,
a red and yellow lure
cast into the sky.
The pier, a giant spider
rising from the waves
on algaed legs.
The line of fishing boats
pushing holes through the mist.
What you think you will remember
are the sounds of the harbour,
the scrape of steel on wood,
the braying gulls.
It is not that moment
when your cousin
handed you the car keys
and without thinking
your hand closed over hers
and wouldn't let go.
Old Songs
Floating with you
on the luxury of new love
while summer slowly turned
on rattles of laughter,
echoes of heat.
We played old records
that always got stuck
in the chorus
of the song we hated.
Drank cheap wine out of blue glasses.
Told detailed stories of when we were ten.
Outside, houses poised on the road's edge
were swept red by the sun.
The wind was a slow finger
wading through branches.
There are these moments,
not thought of as happiness
until their absence
calls them back
using that name
and sings them open again.
The Ceremony of Hello
i) At first a crack,
space evening left
that habit would not fill.
And then your name
to splash on darkness.
And now the wanting.
To touch the sun.
And not burn,
or fall.
No wings to pull the wind
across the sky,
drag morning
savage
through the clouds.
No feathers on the water.
Wanting to leave this world
where too often speech
collapses into prayer,
where dreams rot into fears
of burning
of falling.
Wanting the