Days Like Prose - Softcover

With a delicate lucidity, the poems in this first collection explore varieties of solitude. At the center is the three-part sequence "The Widow," which details the day's activities and musings of its title character with a gentle, effective specificity, as in this evocation of a sickroom: "the drawn blinds pulsing like a vein;/ the carpet mined with lemon drops,/ used Kleenex, and the overturned/ gray flowers of a jigsaw puzzle." Bereavement and loss yield a loneliness that is itself a kind of death, "like the summer she was/ condemned to summer camp,/ writing home to tell her parents she had died." The sonnet "A Little Something" begins with the conditional "Because a doe broke through the Saunders' fence/ to starve beside the heated pool, her thin/ ribs cupped like fingers leaking light. Again, the kettle whistles, dogs bark--the sense we make of being singularly here evaporates." Even in a traditional wedding song, "Epithalamium: In Our Cities," Parker limns reticence. The inevitable solitariness of two lives belies the union of matrimony: "My first kiss was a tin can;/ yours a medieval etching." The deft, formal quality of these poems coupled with Parker's eye for the telling detail make this a book of stirring, quiet beauty.

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