: Elizabeth Sullam
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A collection of sixty poems touching on the essence of existence: life, joy, sorrow, death. 

“Here is poetry, with the heft that comes from a gift for catching in flight a particular person, a place, an event, an object.”-Michael G. Cooke, Yale University.

Entering a Sunken Garden (p. 48)

After a day-long airline strike in Milan,

hours of airport tedium in Heathrow,

lost luggage in New York, I find thé garden

waiting as a mother, arms sretched out,

a fragrant haven of herbs and flowers.

As I climb down five steps, bright colors billow,

floating in silence up from a sultry floor.

Late July cuts mosaics in salvia-edged

flowerbeds and tiled paths glow verdigris.

My quick moods slacken through smooth balms that snap

like mountain brackens and lead to a deep corner

where a wrought-iron bench rests, and a whole world

nests forever, where I sit and nearly

whelm in memories of other summers that

eddy in shadow, and thé garden stretches

and argues against my wanderlust.

Lights at Romsdal

Day. The bus glides along thé Trolls` Road

as through thé séquence of a dream.

Stream after stream, U-shaped valleys,

glacial lakes, ice-evened mountains, sated

in argentine light, hâve left delight

and turbulence fluid in my mind. Now,

rocks that bear thé names of pawns—King,

Bishop, Queen—seem beneficent deities

bathed in silver showering from heaven,

and I feel a pigmy in primai awe

before a game of beauty among old giants.

This is as one dreams beauty to be. The mind

aches to find new words to render thé changes

lily-light brings to air, mountains water,

but ail sensés succumb, alert yet dumbstruck

to a speechless siège, until my eyes blink pain.

There is too much brightness to bear

as if thé air, bare peaks and waterfalls

cried for it and an incontinent god

complied. Then thé unquiet star-mark

implanted in my heart sensés violence

and dark shadows striking through that light.

Night. In thé underground place

beyond thé root of my closed eyes,

ice-green-blue lake after ice-green-blue

lake, holding within their clear surface

thé mountains and sourceless lakes

of thé sky, flash and shake me awake.

Out of thé window I hang awhile between Bishop

and Queen, seeking thé propitious signs

men unconsciously plead for.

Even before my soûl reaches

for thé strength rocks seem to possess

against thé force of wind and ice,

silver lights that flow, pitiless,

below, catch and make me touch

thé cold frailty of stone, and I know

I am a watcher and a pawn in a lingering

game of passing things, in thé hand

of a grave player who ponders his next move.
Table of Contents14
Foreword12
I. Landscape18
Lugano20
August4, 198322
Beggar with Saint Vitus' Dance24
Caretaker27
Chiaroscuri30
Charterhouse of Maggiano32
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Eris35
Leaving36
You No Longer Sail the Boat38
Exile40
Memory-house41
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Stay46
Night Walks Unaware48
The Sap of Oleander Thickened in Your Veins50
II. Something Flowering52
In Sevilla54
Return to54
Return to54
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Clarity Over the Adriatic57
Middlehours, Gulf of Marseilles58
Avignon, 198459
Exiles60
Landscape62
Evening-time Collage63
Entering a Sunken Garden65
Lights at Romsdal66
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III. Quarrel with Death70
Sunset72
Insomnia73
Transitions74
Night Over Gibraltar76
Ravenna, 198577
Prison Night78
Telephone Call, 3 a.m79
Requiem80
As Rain the Flesh81
On the Shoulder of the Westward Wind82
Fish83
Long Distance84
Sure Thing85
What Will Happen to You?86
IV. Miserere88
Miserere90
Mine-field—194692
Sing a Lullaby94
Orders: Don't Let Him See Your Shadow95
In Memory of RobertoTinti, Called Bob96
Out of Bounds98
War Village100
August Night in the Emilian Lowlands102
This Sunday Long Ago104
Po Valley106
Auschwitz Revisited108
Diaspora for John Pauker110
Song of a Mother to Her Child111
Frankfurt am Main113
V. At the Edge of the Land118
Rain120
Spring 1982121
Confluence122
I Shall Be There124
Black Cemetery in Georgetown126
Melpomene: the Singing One128
Late Afternoon129
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