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Night of a Thousand Blossoms

In these poems, the poet restlessly inhabits the night, finding it terrifying and beautiful, searching for meaning in the yard, the neighborhood, the heavens and every wise book he owns. These urban pastoral meditations employ ritual and repetition to create a kind of mantra, seeking surrender to that state of meditation leading to enlightenment — yet arguing with the idea of surrendering any attachments at all to this world we’ve been given to learn and love: a city garden cohabitated by ancient Romans and tattooed kids, automobiles and hollyhock, maurauding cats and the Buddha. “I should be satisfied with the household gods,” he mourns, but is satisfied with nothing, determined to fit the whole world into his poems lest the one essential thing slip by.

From “The One God is Mysterious”

The king and his queen are feasting. .

They recline, sumptuously, on long divans.

and are attended by naked servants. They.

can have anything they want, this much is.

clear, and I believe they have been having.

sex with one another and with the servants.

Why wouldn’t they? Who among the servants. .

would not be honored to help? And it’s Babylon.

after all, and doesn’t Babylon exist in your.

memory? Isn’t Babylon the clear rumbling.

of your heart at ease with its every craving — .

not the way it is now, fenced off with spiked wire.

and old pipes, with signs telling the pedestrians.

to beware: the litter, the old cans rusting. No, .

this is my own memory of excess and extravagance, .

of abandonment to the weight of everything.

that pulls me down to ruin, those same ticks.

and voices that lift me up and fill me with breath.

“Frank Gaspar’s poems are agile and forceful, their narratives clear and absorbing. In them, he is speaking to the reader — but also to himself, or perhaps to some hazy divinity or to the blue sky. I felt in his voice no attempt to persuade me of anything. I felt only the abiding imperative to get it right. Which is, of course, what real writing is all about.” — Mary Oliver

  • Format
  • paperback
  • Pages
  • 63
  • Language
  • english
  • ISBN
  • 9781882295449
  • Genres
  • poetry
  • Release date
  • 2004