The River Twice
Poems
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- $18.99
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- $18.99
Publisher Description
An impressive new collection from a poet whose previous book was a finalist for both the National Book Award and the National Book Critics Circle Award
Taking its title from Heraclitus's most famous fragment, The River Twice is an elegiac meditation on impermanence and change. The world presented in these poems is a fluid one in which so much—including space and time, the subterranean realm of dreams, and language itself—seems protean, as the speaker's previously familiar understanding of the self and the larger systems around it gives way. Kathleen Graber’s poems wander widely, from the epistolary to the essayistic, shuffling the remarkable and unremarkable flotsam of contemporary life. One thought, one memory, one bit of news flows into the next. Yet, in a century devoted to exponentially increasing speed, The River Twice unfolds at the slow pace of a river bend. While the warm light of ideas and things flashes upon the surface, that which endures remains elusive—something glimpsed only for an instant before it is gone.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
The erudite third book from Graber (Correspondence) is a bereaved and redemptive meditation on impermanence. Drawing from daily news coverage and the world of art, she interweaves the dystopian trajectory of modern media with intimate yet ubiquitous pathos. Graber's style is both playful and plaintive, dry and whimsical, and most painfully adept while playing off the rhetoric of modern propaganda, such as the Trump administration's embrace of the word fake: "The day's news offers/ again the relentless brutality of its sad, un-fake facts." Graber asks readers to "Imagine a field composed of the crosshatches/ of hashtags, like crop circles in prairies waiting/ to be mined by an algorithm for big data," and then juxtaposes this cyberspace nightmare with a metaphor for nature's own mysterious coding: "The snow, glowing at night, could be/ a radiant, unread scripture from another world." In the book's most vulnerable moment, she reflects on personal loss: "Both of my feet could easily fit/ into one of his shoes. And did. For a long time,/ I have carried a great coldness that once/ belonged to him. When he died, it somehow/ slid in." She challenges herself to reclaim agency, asking: "Why each of us seems to wake some mornings/ asking, Why can't I just do whatever I want?" Readers will find Graber's reflections on a perpetually transforming world relevant, astutely analytic, and deeply felt.
