Divine Honors
By Hilda Raz
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Winner of the Nebraska Book Award for Poetry (2002)
This elegant and moving collection documents Hilda Raz's experience with breast cancer. The journey, from diagnosis to chemotherapy to mastectomy, from denial to humor to grief and rage, is ultimately one of courage and creativity. The poems themselves are accessible and finely wrought. They are equally testaments to Raz's insistence on making an order out of chaos, of finding ways to create and understand and eventually accept new definitions of good and evil, health, blame, personal boundaries — in short, a new sense of self. These poems remain intimately bound to the world and of the senses, becoming documents of transformation.
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Divine Honors - Hilda Raz
Prologue
Repair
In my house, men tear out the floor:
hammering, then wood splits—
hour on hour. You almost need
safety glasses for this work, the blond says
and truly, as I go for the phone,
the kitchen is now rubble. Delight
a paste bubble in my throat. If anger is tangible
here it is, a danger to these men
who let fly plaster, the smell of something old
letting go. They unmake what I made
with my life, or where I made it.
Narrative Without People
The soaked books lip open in piles.
The shelves stoop, slough paint.
The doors, their locks sprung, hinge air
open to weather, gulp rain.
Something here enters the trees.
If we believe in ghosts, white pearl
shadows the batten and boards. Rust
runs on the shelves. The sounds on air
wail, a nail in the thumb. Stickers
underfoot poke holes.
In rafters, wings or the suggestion of wings
rend air, whoosh of rubbish, burnt rubber
hooks for skeleton elbows. Ash,
dry sift through moist fingers
in a room where everything’s mold.
Let’s consider the consequences
only,
the damage,
the number of bricks cracked
in the passageway, doors swollen
by water-rot, frames to pare down,
mildew to scour, how much
to seal up, or seal out.
Let’s count, yes, quantify
so we can sort the pile of damp clothing, the
discarded underwear with stains, the breakfast napkins
to hang out, hang on line the number of bodily fluids, mixed,
the shrinking lengths of divisions, weights of bias . . .
Now you have a notebook, pages filled with digits, the sweet
wise voice of the wire turning, connecting, recommending measure, a count,
the quantifying of the salt and the sugar,
"Well, now
you have the damage report, the bottom line, the sum.
Consider the lilies of the field, how they sway in wind
without reference to your pages, how little they care
for laughter or the dour voice, the smile tucked under the chin,
the complaint, the whine, how—if nothing else—you have
your dear cornea, lungs that puff and inflate their wings, lucky
muscle of the calf, the knee, if we could cut an oval and put
the celluloid disc in place how we would see movement, the universe
shifting and settling down in its elliptical orbit, add the catch in the stars
breath makes."
So you are advised to burn the notebook, its pages,
the maps and wire measure of damage and move on, move along
until what happens is only a measure of forgetting, detaching
distress, your upset, your dyspepsia from the air of the orchard.
Move ahead and not refer, never refer to
anything other than the sweet taste in your mouth of breath,
the steady blood beat, the road hot and loud under your feet, infinite.
Isaac Stern’s Performance
Here plants—gold and dry—rustle up
green at soil’s edge.
Music roils in the room
where I wait, my chest holding even
at the scar’s edge.
Whatever chances I took
paid off and now I have only
the rest of my life to consider.
Once it was a globe, an ocean
to cross, at least a desert—
now a rivulet, or a blowhole.
I remember it was like a story,
Rampal said on the radio.
He told you the Beethoven concerto.
I am telling you cancer.
I am telling you like moisture
at soil’s edge after winter, or
the bulb of the amaryllis you brought
raising stem after stem from cork dirt,
one hybrid flower after another unfurling
for hours, each copper petal opening its throat so
slowly, each shudder of tone—mahogany,