The River Twice: Poems
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An impressive new collection from a poet whose previous book was a finalist for both the National Book Award and the National Book Critics Circle Award
Taking its title from Heraclitus's most famous fragment, The River Twice is an elegiac meditation on impermanence and change. The world presented in these poems is a fluid one in which so much—including space and time, the subterranean realm of dreams, and language itself—seems protean, as the speaker's previously familiar understanding of the self and the larger systems around it gives way. Kathleen Graber’s poems wander widely, from the epistolary to the essayistic, shuffling the remarkable and unremarkable flotsam of contemporary life. One thought, one memory, one bit of news flows into the next. Yet, in a century devoted to exponentially increasing speed, The River Twice unfolds at the slow pace of a river bend. While the warm light of ideas and things flashes upon the surface, that which endures remains elusive—something glimpsed only for an instant before it is gone.
Kathleen Graber
Kathleen Graber teaches in the Creative Writing Program at Virginia Commonwealth University. Her poems have appeared in the New Yorker and the American Poetry Review, among other publications, and her first collection, Correspondence, was published in 2006.
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The River Twice - Kathleen Graber
The River Twice
PRINCETON SERIES OF CONTEMPORARY POETS
Susan Stewart, series editor
For other titles in the Princeton Series of Contemporary Poets see page 99
The River Twice
Poems
Kathleen Graber
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FOR SANDY TARANT
Wisdom is one thing—to know the intelligence by which all things are steered through all things; it is unwilling and yet willing to be called by the name of Zeus.
—Heraclitus
You cannot step twice into the same river, for other waters are continually flowing on.
—Heraclitus
Contents
ONE
Self-Portrait with No Internal Navigation 3
The Weight
4
America [peaches] 6
Self-Portrait with The Sleeping Man 7
America [flight] 10
New Year 12
The Year of the Horse 14
TWO
Beginner’s Mind 17
America [train] 19
Bitter Vetch 20
The Zeitgeist Bird 22
Labyrinth 24
America [October] 25
Impasto for the Parietal 27
THREE
The River Twice 35
America [superstorm] 37
Landscape with No One in It 39
Greetings from Wildwood 40
America [Assateague] 43
The Fifth Season 45
Self-Portrait with No Shadow 49
FOUR
There Will Never Be Another You
53
America [April] 55
On the Eve of Spring Break 57
Self-Portrait in Suspension 58
Passage 61
A Short History of Sorrow 63
FIVE
Here, After 67
Death Dream in August 69
Self-Portrait with Moon 70
America [emptiness] 72
Greetings from Richmond 74
Postscript from the Heterochronic-Archipelagic Now 77
A Rhetoric 81
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 89
NOTES 91
ONE
Self-Portrait with No Internal Navigation
Have you ever been arrested? The pigeon arrests me.
No, not the wing but the sturdy round body & the sheen
of the throat, like the interior of a snail’s shell or the bruise
of spring—think of the lilac blistered with blossoms,
of a burned moor’s sudden eruption into heather—
a beauty we expect only from what’s broken. Have you ever
gone too far? Last week, I overshot the same junction twice
along a simple stretch of country road. And Philippe Petit
crossed eight times between the Towers. Or this is what
the officers at the station told him later when he was through.
He had no idea how long he’d hovered, how many times
he had reversed himself, passing onto something almost
like earth beyond the far guy-wire, only to pivot back again—
lying down even, one leg dangling—above loose, swaying
space. I worry about the pigeons beginning today to roost
on the ferry that shuttles back & forth between two capes.
A pair of pigeons mates for a lifetime, produces, at most,
two squabs each year. They have chosen this spot because
centuries ago they were domestic—the words are coop
& columbarium—because they still love, past reason,
the swift tides of our voices, are drawn to the chattering
crew, even as it swats at them now with brooms & paints
the sooty pipes above the car deck with a chemical tar
concocted to burn the birds’ feet. Once my husband stepped
out into open air. He fell but was somehow returned to me.
Feral cousin of the carrier & racer, the rock dove steers
with a certainty we cannot imagine. Still, what if one flies
into the marsh for reeds for the nest just as the boat sets sail?
How will it know to simply sit & wait? And what of the panic
of the one departed? The one who has left without leaving.
The Weight
He did so many films on the impossibility of sainthood,
says Robertson about Buñuel, "people trying to be good in Viridiana and Nazarin, people trying to do this thing. In ‘The Weight’ it’s the same thing. People like Bunuel would make films that had these religious connotations to them but it wasn’t necessarily a religious meaning."
—Robbie Robertson, quoted by Rob Bowman
Last night, when I closed the book, I was exactly forty-six pages
into a Norwegian novel thirty-six hundred pages long. The narrator
& his father are just sitting down to eat in silence a dinner
of pan-fried chops. It must have taken a kind of faith
to have composed this, as it will be an act of devotion to read it through
to the end.
My acupuncturist says it is not necessary to believe
in acupuncture for the needles to work. Lord, may there be a metaphor
here for all of the mysteries.
Each day I walk a line between my belief
in the sacred & my disbelief in the divine. Pins in my hands & arms,
toes & feet, my forehead, sometimes one pin in my chest. Once
he cured a head cold with two pins in my knee. Sometimes we talk
about Oregon or Austin, Colorado, the kidneys, the Beats. The liver,
The Byrd Theater on Cary Street, the restored pipe organ inside.
The bowel, the suboccipital triangle at the base of the skull. He says
he is trying to send more blood to my heart. Then he turns out the lights
& leaves me alone on the table, and I listen to the traffic on Thompson
shush by—
old sound banking along a synapse to the room
behind the office
where I slept those years my parents owned
The Off-Shore Motel: the tires, late on summer nights, still spinning
past toward the beach, the headlights through the window sweeping
the walls with light.
At a yard sale on Saturday, a girl wanted to buy
an old suitcase, but her mother wouldn’t let her. Maybe we could use
bleach, the woman said, but who knows what germs are lurking inside.
Yet when I looked, it seemed nearly spotless—the little pouch
at the back held only one small pencil, the kind someone might use
to score