My search into the works of Marianne Bluger led me to a small volume published back in the 1980s. While On Nights Like This may only be 39 pages long, the words are descriptive and thought-provoking.
On Nights Like This – page 11
The world glides off
an avenue of trees
receding as I pass.
It may converge behind
at some infinite dot;
it may not
Without the cheat of photos
I wouldn’t recall
even the children as infants,
their lotus lips, their hair
making little down skull-caps
And yesterday as I made jam
the house filled with the smell
of sweet, hot fruit-
but today there were only
sealed jars and tension in my head
with rain coming in on the wind.
I can’t remember your face.
Yet tonight you abide in a rising,
summer storm and my heart
knows her own. She gets through
on just longing for you.
Bluger had a descriptive style that was able to explain what many of us feel but are unable to express.
At the Station – Page 21
What am I to do with this broken-
handled suitcase of love
but stagger around with it clutched
in my arms while friends say, ‘When
are you taking that trip?’ and strangers,
‘Where are you from?’
I’ve crammed in everything I ever made.
just read the ticket on the side.
And should one day the jumbled contents spill
among the feet and tile-work and palms
what if you like some lesser saint
appear ascending on the moving stair
and offer (god forbid)
to haul my tangled misery to the curb?
The words are simple yet carefully placed. These are phrases that are well-crafted.
At the Fair – Page 33
The girls had just climbed
into the chocolate saddle
on the ice-cream carousel;
the boy was content
to accompany the windy calliope
on his little-tin cornet,
so I laid myself down in the grass
by the lemonade booth to wait –
The white clouds pranced over
pulling an exultation
thirty years old!
While it may be a slim volume, On Nights Like This by Marianne Bluger is a book filled with rich and descriptive phrases covering emotions that need to be explored. A great read.