Beth Ann Fennelly, “I Provide for You, Boy Child, Like God”

and like God, I will cast you out.

Your eyes blue as a drowned thing.

Your harshest lesson:
you are no part of me.

Learning that
will cost you ages in which

your eyes take on the human color: grief.

Coming to words won’t even help you
name your suffering.

You will embrace
false idols.

Yet those women can let you
back in that primal crawl space

no more than I can.

From Unmentionables, Fennelly’s fourth collection, which she read from today in Alabama. You can hear Fennelly reading from “The Kudzu Chronicle,” one of the longer poems in this book, accompanied by a short animated film.

Other Fennelly poems online include “The Impossibility of Language,”Once I Did Kiss Her Wetly on the Mouth,” and “I Should Be More French. Or Japanese.“

In an essay for the Academy of American Poets, Fennelly wrote of the act of writing poetry, “What exactly is happening in our brains when we cease to become conscious of time? We are narrowing the aperture of our concentration to condense and magnify its power. We forget the daily distractions and enter into the poem so deeply that a more radical forgetting take place—the forgetting of fossilized languages that lead to writing, and thinking in, clichés.”

(Fennelly was a year behind me at Notre Dame, but I don’t think we ever really ran into each other while we were there.)

2 April 2008 | poetry |