Today's book of poetry: Phrases. E. D. Blodgett. Edition du Noroit, Buschek Books. Montreal, Quebec. 2012.
Edward Dickinson Blodgett (1935 - ), is a writer with an established reputation. Born and raised in Philadelphia, Blodgett studied at Rutgers University before moving to Canada in 1966.
Since then he has published the following books:
Take Away The Names
Sounding
Beast Gate
Arche/Elegies
Musical Offering
Da Capo
Apostrophes: woman at a piano
Apostrophes II: through you I
Transfiguration
Apostrophes III: alone upon the earth
Apostrophes IV: speaking you is holiness
Ark of Koans
Apostrophes V: never born except within the other
Apostrophes VI: open the grass
Elegy
In The Heart of the Wood
Practices of Eternity
A Pirouette and Gone
The Invisible Poem
Poems For A Small Park
Praha
Apostrophes VII: sleep, you, a tree
Phrases
E. D. Blodgett has twice won the Governor Generals Literary Award. His 1996 winner, Apostrophes: woman at the piano, is full of poems that are meticulously crafted and deep with grace.
Last Things
Let me speak of simplest things, assurances of tables, the space
they make. Let me remember hands, yours perhaps, at rest upon
the wood of such old tables, and something in the wood that enters in
your hands. If there were time, time would be a table, the endless knowing
of wood possessing us, trees, the wind that they have breathed, and rain,
the seasons of the sun. Thus I bid you, friend, ask nothing else
of me. To speak of what we know is not within us. Words fall
forever from our mouths, a rain of ancient music flowing through
our bones. Sometimes in early winter evenings the young moon comes
briefly into sight. The light over the snow is shadowed, and what
we breathe is what the moon gives. The silence that it sheds becomes
imperative. Its disappearance is possession. Nothing else endures.
....
I am very lucky to own a signed copy of Apostrophes: woman at a piano and a hard cover copy of Sounding, Blodgett's second book from Edmonton Alberta's Tree Frog Press, published in 1977. Unfortunately I don't have the dust jacket. But I prize both of these books, they come from a body of work this highly polished to a jewel finish.
Phrases is much like any other Blodgett title. They all seem pre-ordained, fully formed and copied out in full blooming flower, as though he found them that way in some philosopher poet's old chest. The poems appear in both French and English.
certaines statues some statues
dans de vieux jardins in old gardens
possedent une musique possess a music
qui evoque which recalls
les obseques des rois the funerals of kings
qui tiennent entre leurs mains who carry in their hands
les tresors de leur vie all their life's treasure
ensoleillee full of sun
descendus avec eux going down with them
en sourdine dans leurs cryptes hardly heard into their crypts
...
These poems are precise, written with wisdom and articulate brevity. This new book, Phrases, a bilingual edition from Editions du Noroit, Buschek Books, continues Blodgett's fine tradition of excellent books. E. D. Blodgett has written a river of good poetry, Phrases fits comfortably into Blodgett's canon of exceptional work.
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