Marianne Bluger had a great insight into looking at nature and contrasting them with her feelings. Her ability to craft a collection of words into emotions that the mind’s eye can interpret was a wondering gift. And her collection of poems in Gathering Wild shows the wonderful gift she had.
In Early Summer – Page 15
Turn, I turn
and turn but
you are gone;
hide every contour
clear in spring.
Wind strikes the thickset
but it isn’t you
and one of us is lost.
Bluger spoke volumes in this small volume. Her words are enlightening to read and reread.
The Spinster Settler’s Song (Page 28)
I’ve banked logs in the grate for night
but fury nearing like a blood-raged hound
cracks and sparks amber, smoulders, rages,
a burning peril underground.
At the edge of the primal wood I live,
a bony woman, a lonely life,
the mules in the shed, a hoe, an axe,
a silver pen, my father’s knife.
They know me at the crossing for
my learning, and my sullen way.
I keep a shotgun by the bed;
I teach their children how to pray.
The sharp smoke lately on the wind
is dangerous, and yet I swear
no place on earth was ever freer
of all the links men forge in fire.
Taking the time to find a quiet corner and pondering these phrases is a wonderful treat.
Gathering Wild (page 40)
It’s beginning to rain on the river.
In all the city the only news
is drops hitting water pflick, pflick, . . .
I never before have come to this
dock at the end of things
where shame took him off
on the barge of grief.
He breathes in my lungs
as though he had never left,
and the rain chills my skin
because our blood was warm.
Over rocks in my flimsy shoes
I move down
to the water’s edge, the lapping rim
listening: wind’s in the reeds-
pathetic (and false I suppose)
to think is sighs for us.
But we were like saplings-
our leaves would just touch
as we rustled, and o
we were pure.
Gathering Wild is an insightful and emotional collection of well-crafted poetry. It was a pleasure to read.