Wednesday, October 3, 2007

What I'm reading: Jean Valentine's new book

The door is fallen down

The door is fallen down
to the house
I used to try & pry open,
in & out,
stiff tears.

I sit underneath the cottonwoods--
what am I meant to be doing?
Nothing. The door is fallen down
inside my open body
where all the worlds touch.

La Chalupa, the Boat

I am twenty,
drifting in la chalupa,
the blue boat painted with roses,
white lilies--

No, not drifting, I am poling
my way into my life. It seems
like another life:

There were the walls of the mind,
There were the cliffs of the mind,
There were the seven deaths,
and the seven bread-offerings--

Still, there was still
the little boat, the chalupa
you built once, slowly, in the yard, after school--

Jean Valentine
from Little Boat


Anonymous said...

I think this is Jean Valentine's best book--it has everything that is great about all her other books in each poem, each line!

Pam said...

I agree anonymous, each line spare and shivering. Thanks for stopping by.