The White Eyelash: Poems
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Susan Kinsolving’s first poetry collection, Dailies & Rushes, was hailed as a “brilliant debut” by the New York Times, and “grand and almost terrifying” by the New Yorker. In her new work, The White Eyelash, she turns the extremes of her recent experiences—especially those with her ageing, mentally ill mother—into poems of harsh factuality. This dark narrative sequence is highly contrasted by the humor presented in a section called “Light Fare & Oddballs.” Once again, Kinsolving exhibits a daunting range with signature style and substance.
“[The White Eyelash] finds the poet remembering her trouble mother, concentrating on visual detail or pursuing light-verse forms and verbal games with a demotically highbrow, casual grace. . . . Often organized around colors . . . these poems show a love for beauty and a casual line reminiscent of Eamon Grennan’s.” —Publishers Weekly
Susan Kinsolving
Susan Kinsolving was born in Illinois, raised in New England, and educated in California. She has taught in the Bennington Writing Seminars, Southampton College, Willard-Cybulski Men’s Prison, University of Connecticut, California Institute of the Arts, and Keystone Academy in Beijing, China. She has received poetry fellowships from France, Ireland, Italy, Scotland, Switzerland, New York, Illinois, and Wyoming. As a librettist, she has heard her works performed in New York, California, Italy, and the Netherlands. She is Poet-in-Residence at the Hotchkiss School in Connecticut.
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The White Eyelash - Susan Kinsolving
BLURRING MYSELF
SOME SNOWS
Some snows are soulful, slow cello sounds
settling the world into a serene sleep.
Others are fast, feathery, flutes unfaltering,
puffing the landscape into airy upholstered
shapes. But last night under the porch
floodlight, the flakes zigzagged, whirled
into a concerted chaos, and I stood there
with that great glad expansiveness so seldom
had. Any winter could be my last, yours,
ours. How dreadful the knowing and not
knowing. How alive the alchemy of snow,
the wonder of winter falling through
the dead of night, veiling and shrouding
our dark world white. Arms outstretched,
I circled, cold, spinning my symphony
in the flurry. White-haired, I was without
a worry, unimaginably free, revolving,
laughing, lavish, blurring myself from me.
INKLING
The mind of the mountaineer floats on the lull
of low tide, a speck of salt in one eye, a grain
of sand in the other. The surgeon drifts and grips
the worn handles of an old plow, pushing that
image deep into furrows, unearthing grubs, worms,
stones. While the pilot’s windshield shows
a silent movie of tap dancers shaking tambourines,
the artist’s canvas turns into a telescope, and
galaxies appear. But it is the child who comes
closest to being a tree or turtle or another
of some other kind. Only imagination lets us
glimpse around the corners of our fate, the way
our dreams take us where our travels never do.
Ah, other worlds, other lives, what is not
true, kaleidoscope turning, changing points of view.
THIN BLOOD
Aka idiopathic thrombocytopenia purpura
First bruises, plums on the thighs, soon
another attack, blackberries on the back. Then
steroids are started for a round-the-clock thrill
until a crash comes and the bruises are done.
On to acne and a face ballooning with hair.
Next dare: a nice Shakespearean sacrifice,
a surgically removed spleen. (What could it mean?
On Saint Valentine’s! Be mine.) Eyes go bright blood red.
Other patients are dead. So when both ankles break:
piece o’ cake. With this new year, who’s not without
fear, but damn happy, even grateful, just to be here?
CARPE NOCTEM
Too often, getting a grip is the gauge,
the old having a handle on things
as if they came with a handle, like
a pitcher, a drawer. And even then
there’s a spill, a real mess of what-
not and what-have-you. So I lie still
and rely on the night nurse to raise
the side rails (not exactly