The Abridged History of Rainfall
By Jay Hopler
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Jay Hopler's second collection, a mourning song for his father, is an elegy of uproar, a careening hymn to disaster and its aftermath. In lyric poems by turns droll and desolate, Hopler documents the struggle to live in the face of great loss, a task that sends him ranging through Florida's torrid subtropics, the mountains of the American West, the streets of Rome, and the Umbrian countryside. Vivid, dynamic, unrestrained: The Abridged History of Rainfall is a festival of glowing saints and fighting cocks, of firebombs and birdsong.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Jay Hopler’s “The Abridged History of Rainfall” is a collection of good poetry: many fine lines and phrases, imagery that is true and right. Many of the poems have a clear voice that is one we want to listen to. Others play with archaic voices or the stylized voice of Wallace Stevens. Sometimes the poet seems to undermine his own poetic eloquence:
“A squadron of dragonflies is darning the darkening/yard” is a fine line, but the poet then says:
“Correction: a squadron of dragonflies is darning the air above the darkening/Yard” —- not as strong an image or conceit.
Given that these are poems mourning the loss of his father, some seem a bit precious and others a bit cold. Hopler is at his most eloquent in simplicity, as in lEpitaph”:
I cannot tell you
How many years I have done
This.
Last year when I did this,
My father was alive.l
Still and all, I recommend the collection. It is honest more than effete, precise more than ironic. How do you effectively speak the absence. “Abridged” is a game attempt.
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The Abridged History of Rainfall - Jay Hopler
I.
WINTER NIGHT FULL OF STARS
I am a winter night full of stars. I am that star, the one you
thought was a plane.
I am the shadow of that plane casting its blackness over the
lake house like a
Shroud. And I am that shroud, black, embroidered
With stars, under which you grew cold that January
Night, laid out upon your catafalque
Of down.
And those feathers
Were as snow in that mortuary air—, floated like snowflakes
in that mortuary air
When the wind came up. And when the wind died down,
They were as snow upon
The ground.
Am I the smoke drifting through the bare branches
Of a Japanese maple—, or am I the Japanese maple, smoke
drifting through its bare branches?
It is not smoke, but light burning
To a fine ash. And in that darkness, may you, like those dark
blooms, shine. Come, O—
Let us to dust
Together.
WHERE IS ALL THIS WATER COMING FROM?
Another dull, unrainy day.
Not warm. Not cool. A little wind, then none.
My mother turns a light on
And sits down on the sofa with a book.
A blue jay lights for an instant
On the back fence. Some clouds wisp by.
Or is that smoke? Some smoke wisps by.
Bright, though distant,
The sound of gunfire. Or a car backfiring.
On the air, the smell of wet wood burning.
But that can’t be—. All day
The clouds have rolled their grim lead
Westward and left us…nothing.
I wonder what she’s reading.
The Unabridged History
Of Rainfall. No, it’s Günter Eich,
Botschaften des Regens. That book, when read
By a widow, in her marriage house, aloud, and in the German,
Makes a man want
To turn his eyes sky-
Ward and confide
His despair to the migrating
Birds. If only there were migrating
Birds.
SELF-PITY IS BETTER THAN NO PITY AT ALL
When the moon’s white push unplumbs the sunflower,
The yellow mums behind my father’s house disappear
In a combustion of butterflies. Too bad
I am not a lover of