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Duarte-Gray, Isabel

 
9781946448743: Even Shorn (The Linda Bruckheimer Series in Kentucky Literature)

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Even Shorn takes its title from the Song of Solomon and that Book’s equation of pastoral feminine beauty with the plenty of harvest. Isabel Duarte-Gray argues that material bounty no longer exists in the rural spaces where she was raised. Duarte-Gray’s poetry mines local orature, family history, and folklore for the music of Western Kentucky, creating the sparse line breaks and the harsh syntax of the present. The poems describe quilt patterns with sinister shapes: “a snake’s tongue is a trigger finger/Man’s tongue pleases no one.” Animals proliferate: “One cat became five/five became nine. /Then a flood and ebb/as each moon brought its tide/below the trailer floor…” A grandfather plays drunk, solitary Russian Roulette. A cousin lives in a closet. Duarte’s poetry is shocking, whip smart, and truly unique.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

Isabel Duarte-Gray was born in Oakland, California and raised in a trailer in Kuttawa, Kentucky. She is currently a Ph.D. candidate at Harvard University, where she studies Latinx Literature, Poetry, and Ecocriticism. She received her B.A. in English and Russian from Amherst College. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Colorado Review, Bat City Review, The South Carolina Review, and December magazine, among others.

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Even Shorn


time I lost my teeth I didn’t think to mourn them
though the ache swung my jawbone
far across the ripplegrass

the Cadiz dentist give me
such a jar of new mouth as could
reincarnate mine

I’d as soon shake my ashes
loose on the cattail slough
the way you wait a death that’s quick


Complaint


I am weary with my groaning
all the night I make my bed to swim
the minnows swallowed live to cure a cough
plodding still I tell of gravity
the curl of carp in shallow rivers sniffing
for the temperature of life
what are bones that they can feel
be vexed for stillness
as the wind prepares
to choose the word most carefully
for rain the silty dread
when rocks will slither
down the mountain in a saffron
scarf the rags of hillsides pool
into a pillow for my dreaming there is comfort
to be taken when two dreads are parted
should I drown my couch in tears

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