Questions of Love: New & Selected Poems
"Rika Lesser has been meditating on the twists and turns of love ever since her elegant first volume of poems, Etruscan Things, in 1983. Now Questions of Love presents a generous selection from a quarter century of her work, along with the blazing new poems that make up a book by themselves. Fearless, clear-minded, and harrowing, Lesser's poems match their wrenched prosody to their wrenching subject: the way people blunder, torture and are tortured in the name of love. And yet these poems have room, too, for wit and for great tenderness. This is a full-hearted collection, as rich in light as in darkness."
-Rosanna Warren “Having read her poems for years, I see now that together they make an arc—the line’s effort to be a circle, where she can begin again: ‘need for a new start,’ she calls it. And I see too the struggle in poem after poem, in poem within poem (as in Etruscan Things, her grandest fabric), to be loyal to 'what we have behind us,' even as she wants to get to what lies ahead. Throughout she keeps asking Questions of Love, all of which amount to What Can I Give? And the one answer Rika Lesser allows herself is: everything, except to give up. It is a splendid, legendary agon.” -Richard Howard "Rika Lesser creates precisely calibrated whirlwinds, poems of profound beauty driven by the urgency of a century in crisis. John Donne spoke of 'the naked thinking heart' as the poetic subject, but in our age there's a perceived split between intellect and emotion. Lesser is here to heal that. Her logic is passionate, her emotional grounding impeccably self-exacting. In a brilliant way, these are poems that work. They examine their own premises and move dialectically, toward unmapped territory. from the certainties of suffering to the terrifying openness of healing from the firm stances of conviction to the problematic ground of truth. Questions of Love is a major, long-awaited collection." -D. Nurkse "The long labor of Rika Lesser's days and years has produced a body of poetry that combines the luxury, the disassocation, the sweetness, and the sharp drama of dreams with the logic and relentless intelligence of great philosophy. It's a privilege to read her poems, and to understand again by reading them how widely human consciousness can spread its wings." -Vijay Seshadri Persons of Prognostication
VII It is so quiet here: Before the onset: the heart’s dark door desolate open. The locks – fast. What remains in the veins, What insists in the heart to start us once, startle us, leads to this impasse only. I do not need you – here I need the door – ajar And we – parting. Far – Oceans – between. (1973) Questions of Love brings together the best of Rika Lesser's three earlier books and a stunning collection of her most recent poems. From her undergraduate years at Yale during the seventies to her more recent reflections on death and loss, Lesser mines the quotidian for moments of profound insight. Dickinson's influence on Lesser has been noted throughout her career, and her new poems are invested more than ever in Dickinson's syntactical ingenuity: my sister has death on her plate she eats heartily She eats well The stark and disarming language of Lesser's newer poems is often devastating and calls to mind the emotional intensity of Jack Gilbert, as in "To Autumn," which begins " I wanted both my parents to die / together They did not oblige me" and ends "I want / my mother to die in her sleep / Where / would you have yours die? / And by what means?" A noted translator, her poems often examine the intransigence of language, as in An den fernen Geliebten or Care, Revisited": . . . You and I allegedly speak the same language Nevertheless, our Englishes seem a pair of long stiff gloves, hardly fit to be tied American Poet, 69 QUESTIONS OF LOVE, RECONSIDERED
XI. Unheimlich You had me when you wanted me Then you didn’t any longer Sorry you kept saying Sorry first and last word out of your mouth I had used words: reject betray responsibility You kept saying sorry Sorry to disappoint Kept speaking of boarding school Yes it must be very different: being stashed a- way from home A light shines on you when a parent comes to visit Then you revert to a world of other children and their games When not in school I was kept in mostly, where I might be seen or vaguely heard by parents barely there, registered as present I had to create my own world without any other children – my sisters grew older – make up my own games And so I made this path, this frame- work, this house in which to live a life without some- one else’s god Matter enough Spirit aplenty You set yourself in my path, de- manding: Love me Child, I did Then you walked away © 2008 by Rika Lesser. All rights reserved. Persons of Prognostication I No work bound me. No worth. No tongue. Though tongue-tied, sang. Breathed with love’s lungs. Flew, hung, like a bat. Heard. As if nature were my nature And at one. Lost words. IV Sit down at the piano, Poet. Be seated in your lassitude. Give us a tune by Bach, a fugue, no cadenza here, only the cadence, clear, as composed. Not here extemporized Not to be improvised Neither of time nor of sight (nor in sight nor in time) Not unforeseen. Give us a sarabande, an allemande. Give us the written key. Something with three repeats. Not as if of your mind, less of your self. Give us a tune by Bach, a tune by Bach. V Harpsichord quill in the ear Lyre in the heart The fingers are willing But the strings are taut. How does one agonize? How does one praise? Where are the harmonies? Where is the dissonance? Where is our diffidence? How does one weep? In the next room someone with violin wails a lament. Poor little gypsy always at no request follows from town to town. One stays intractable and masterless. "Persons of Prognostication" © 2008 by Rika Lesser. All rights reserved. |
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