The Power to Change Geography (Princeton Series of Contemporary Poets) (Princeton Legacy Library)

The Power to Change Geography (Princeton Series of Contemporary Poets) (Princeton Legacy Library)

Diana Ó Hehir

Language: English

Pages: 74

ISBN: 0691013543

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Writing about poetry Diana Ó Hehir says, "I think of poetry as harnessed energy—as a marvelous way of taking the chaotic emotion, the turbulent perception, and recreating them as images that are specific, definite, directed. Miraculously, when this process works, it's one of expansion rather than diminution; the fortunate poet can reach out beyond the walls of separate personality into a general air that everyone breathes. I think of my own poetry as intense, imagistic, surreal, and personal, and try to write about perceptions which have pushed me toward change or renewal."

For the last six years Diana Ó Hehir has been writing poetry and has had poems published in Antaeus, Kayak, Poetry Northwest, and Southern Poetry Review.

Originally published in 1979.


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deep cavern, tell me That the most intractable minute of all is coming; That the air, steps of light, will pile higher than the edge of the cliff. Alone by the Road's Edge "You don't know what loneliness is until you've been left by the edge of the road, in the middle of nowhere, with nothing for company but a dancing chicken." —Owner of a traveling animal show The myth-maker drags his myth Legs tethered together, squawking in chicken, Down the cold nightroad unrolled Into a world of rabbits.

sense Of two arms around my ribs, a head under my chin; it feels like A frightened child or an animal. And I think of you, crouched asleep on two chairs In a green hospital waiting room; The squeaky waxed floor, the whispers, your son in his nest of tubes. And I keep wanting to send you a telegram, a passport to a new country Cut out of the seam of my arm. I carry and soothe my tenant, its hand at my rib, the thumb Tight against serrated skin, The palm no bigger than an oak leaf. Is there a

Forgive," and "Reprieved" in Southern Poetry Review. In addition, "Anima" has been accepted for publication by Kayak. "Night's End" was one of a group of three poems which received Poetry North­ west's Helen Bullis Award for 1976. Some of these poems were first printed in a slightly different form. Energy is the only life, and is from the body; and Reason is the bound or outward circumference of Energy. Energy is eternal delight. William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, 1790 TABLE OF

head under the pillow And felt you floating away from me, far on a tide Like an awkward movement of the planet, like the slow toppling of a cliff. And there was no motion in your arm. Cars Go by Outside, One After Another I find it unbearable That my hands should reach out for you, that I should see you Retreating before m e like a headlight beam along a c e i l i n g At night in a dark motel room. The bed's pillows Are ranged around us, rocks at a cross-roads, I hold out my hand; I'm the woman

vanished furniture Unreproachful, calls itself by the right names. And the stream still runs down the gully; the old woman, leathery as a bat, Is dabbling her yellow toes in it. We lead her home slowly in her damp print dress, While down at the end of the street God still lives. Our children play a high white noise at late o'clock; We call to them, out on the porches, under the leaf-knobbed trees: Come here, come back, But the houses are as transparent as Corinth, The beautiful roofline folds up

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