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    Hurricane Walk: Poems
    Hurricane Walk: Poems
    Hurricane Walk: Poems
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    Hurricane Walk: Poems

    By Diann Blakely

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    Hurricane Walk is Diann Blakely’s first volume of poetry. Originally published in 1992, it was named one of the ten best verse collections published that year by the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. With this collection, Blakely artfully mines the empathic center of each poem, fearlessly crafting an achingly personal portrait of contemporary life and family that is both sweet and razor sharp.

    "What poetry does best and perhaps does most plaintively," Blakely has said, "is to remind us of the absences and losses of the world we currently suffer and revel in. It is very much the language of intimacy.” And this is what her work achieves at its best. Blakley wrings a refined sense of intimacy from her carefully crafted verses, revealing the fragile essence of the female experience and, moreover, of the human condition.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherUniversity of Georgia Press
    Release dateMar 15, 2017
    ISBN9780820350684
    Hurricane Walk: Poems
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    Diann Blakely

    DIANN BLAKELY (1957–2014) was a former poetry editor at the Antioch Review and New World Writing. Blakely was also the author of Cities of Flesh and the Dead, which won Elixir Press’s seventh annual publication prize after being distinguished by the Poetry Society of America’s Alice Fay di Castagnola Award, given for a year’s best manuscript-in-progress.

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      Book preview

      Hurricane Walk - Diann Blakely

      I

      The Sculpture Garden

      Sweaty, disheveled

      from the fierce heat of August,

      I wander among statues

      still as the air. They stand

      in their niches, shaded by leaves.

      Marble or plaster, icy

      and white,

      they are pure inspiration.

      If I’ve no other offers, I may stand here

      forever. The statues are tempting:

      there is nothing so troublesome

      as blood in such veins.

      If I stay very still,

      no one will know. My eyes

      become glass, relinquish their pupils:

      my gaze becomes patient, blind,

      enduring as snow.

      Galatea knew nothing—

      what dedication! I’m a saint or a nun,

      all finished with flesh;

      people will wonder

      what holds me in thrall.

      Will they know who I am,

      guess at my reasons, or suppose

      it’s simply a seasonal urge?

      They will keep back their children,

      afraid of ideas,

      too timid to touch, afraid

      of the signs. They’ll shudder

      and mutter

      at my ethereal stare,

      seething and breathing

      in the hot summer air.

      Fever

      How I adored your illness!

      I cuddled and coddled it,

      prayed it would stay.

      You became helpless, easy to love:

      fever shone in your eyes,

      glittered your skin, and I found you

      beautiful, touching beyond words.

      There was no guesswork: silence

      meant only sleep, and I could give

      and give and never feel empty.

      I abandoned books, read nothing

      more weighty than thermometer lines:

      I was necessary; for once

      I knew what to do. At night, I thrilled

      to the burn of your touch, to the heat

      of your skin on my own;

      and I loved my ignorance, I never wanted

      it to end. But fever’s no promise:

      it’s dropping off fast, too soon

      to be gone... no more

      faithful,

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