Another City: Poems
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WINNER OF THE UNT RILKE PRIZE
How does it feel to experience another city? To stand beneath tall buildings, among the countless faces of a crowd? To attempt to be heard above the din?
The poems of Another City travel inward and outward at once: into moments of self-reproach and grace, and to those of disassociation and belonging. From experiences defined by an urban landscape—a thwarted customer at the door of a shuttered bookstore in Crete, a chance encounter with a might-have-been lover in Copenhagen—to the streets themselves, where “an alley was a comma in the agony’s grammar,” in David Keplinger’s hands startling images collide and mingle like bodies on a busy thoroughfare.
Yet Another City deftly spans not only the physical space of global cities, but more intangible and intimate distances: between birth and death, father and son, past and present, metaphor and reality. In these poems, our entry into the world is when “the wound, called loneliness, / opens,” and our voyage out of it is through a foreign but not entirely unfamiliar constellations of cities: Cherbourg, Manila, Port-au-Prince.
This is a rich portrait of the seemingly incommunicable expanses between people, places, and ideas—and the ability of a poem to transcend the void.
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Another City - David Keplinger
CITY OF BIRTH
One lives so badly, because one always comes into the present unfinished, unable, distracted. I cannot think back on any time of my life without such reproaches and worse. I believe that the only time I lived without loss were the ten days after Ruth’s birth, when I found reality as indescribable, down to its smallest details, as it surely always is.
RILKE TO HIS WIFE, CLARA: PARIS, SEPTEMBER 13, 1907
The City of Birth
The wound rips open: You feel the welt
of solitude, its hospital lights. Then you know
you have arrived. It is to be one body
and held in the palm of the doctor’s hand.
It is the gash of being seen.
Now for the rest of your life
you are trying to be born through a wound.
That’s loneliness. By a slip, or by some move
more desperate, you have burned
a purple shadow on your body.
But death is not the subject of our portrait.
It is the knowing you are seen,
it is the lighting of one’s light, it is to take
a body, knowing you are not the body.
That’s loneliness.
Ardor
My place was under the table.
I remained there like a muffled lamp.
Seated above me, along my table-sky,
my parents and their good friends
laughed so hard my planet shook.
They struck their matches, tiny plosives.
Against the table-sky they slammed
their fists. One man was very drunk.
He fell down like he had been pushed.
His eyes met mine at my place under the table.
My small green soldiers, too,
would sometimes lose their dignity.
It was the quality I loved about them.
They all had in common an absolute
sureness, their ardor to die.
Preservation
The Little Boy Blue on the wall at ease
in his leggings, hips sashayed. The Pink Girl
shadowed by her measly parasol. The figures
never aging, man on his horse, her pearl
jawline round and bursting with a toothache,
in agony, her horse eyes, their logic
human, looking at my looking back at you.
Because I was the only one left in the room.
Because I will be always. Because I will be
always. Because you suddenly let go of time.
The Brahms
After the words of Leon Fleisher,
a concert pianist who suffered forty years
of focal dystonia in his right hand
Those years I thought of little but the