Mortal Arguments
Sue Sinclair
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Éditeur:
Brick Books
Brick Books
Protection:
Filigrane
Filigrane
Année de parution:
2003
2003
ISBN-13:
9781771310680
Description:
Mortal Arguments is Sue Sinclair’s second poetry collection. In it, she continues her extraordinary phenomenological investigation of lived experience, addressing with increasing urgency issues of profound philosophical and political importance such as consumerism, privilege, and our ability to respond to the suffering of others. Her voice combines great metaphorical brilliance with the depth one expects of a much older writer. Her poems will remind readers by turns of Rilke and Heine: urgent, sorrowing, ecstatic. This is an important book by one of Canada’s finest young poets.
Roses
Not because it is sufficient, but because
we subsist on light, and what doesn’t
cry out to be noticed? There’s something here
you might recognize, but you’re not sure; still, you’re willing
to risk it: the loss of everything, seen and unseen,
the before and the after. It doesn’t depend on you
but you move toward it. Because as long as there’s a moment
here or there, why not arrange a few roses
in a jar, give thought to their listlessness, how they gather
the room about them yet think nothing of it, how each
thorn persists, how they have made a purpose
of holding still? Then you remember
the necessary and sufficient. This isn’t it,
but you don’t know where else to begin.
Roses
Not because it is sufficient, but because
we subsist on light, and what doesn’t
cry out to be noticed? There’s something here
you might recognize, but you’re not sure; still, you’re willing
to risk it: the loss of everything, seen and unseen,
the before and the after. It doesn’t depend on you
but you move toward it. Because as long as there’s a moment
here or there, why not arrange a few roses
in a jar, give thought to their listlessness, how they gather
the room about them yet think nothing of it, how each
thorn persists, how they have made a purpose
of holding still? Then you remember
the necessary and sufficient. This isn’t it,
but you don’t know where else to begin.
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