Surprise and other states of reaction and joyous feeling (and a little bit of guilt) accompanied my scanning the just announced Lambda Literary Award nominations in lesbian poetry collections for 2011.
There were five nominations. Five women poets. I knew of all of them but, hence my surprise and various accompanying feelings, I haven't ye't read one of the five nominated collections. I hope to rectify that omission and soon. In the meantime I am going to post a poem by each of the five in separate blog postings. (I'm not sure what I'm going to do in the case of Julie Enzer whose book was nominated, yes, but it is an anthology. I believe this is known as a luxury problem.)
In the meantime, here is a poem by Dawn Lundy Martin, whose collection Discipline (Nightboat Books), is among the five. "Religion Song" is not from Discipline, but from Martin's chapbook, The Morning Hour.
Backward, our peculiar language.
Mama says, your life are your hands.
Count them. Spoken and leans
back into herself a lone blade
amongst a field. Each grass a palm
A straw hat on the old woman
who stands back to lone house
not smiling. A rake in her hands
Two coconut palm trees--
She would draw concentric circles in sand . . .
What yields in darkness?
A point of surrender.
The still music of captivity.
All the civility of work.
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