One of the most beautiful books of poetry I read in the last year was Shipbreaking by Robin Beth Schaer. I keep it on my nightstand and flip to a random page sometimes before going to bed at night just to read a poem that will clear my mind.
It’s one of those books whose poems are so finely wrought that their artistry emanates from every syllable without coming off as pretentious or too academic or more-poetic-than-thou. These are poems that feel intentional in their craft and heft, and which tell intimate stories. But they’re not an “easy read,” by which I mean they aren’t accessible to a fault: you can’t read them without paying attention, your mind really focused on something else. These are poems that feel glorious to wrestle with, and when you’re done, you feel like you’ve read something that matters.
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AT HOME
The copper carries my wishes.
A storm snapped a dozen trees
the day you left; the same
straight firs cut for masts.
The Gazette held no word,
no sight of your sails. Each week,
my fingers traced columns of ships —
Flying Cloud, Lion of Waves,
Golden Empire — with titles
broader than their beams,
bold as thoroughbreds, as if
a name could seal a fortune.
My mind slipped to the ocean
floor, littered with wrecks.
I placed silver coins
beside your picture and knit
scarves until we received
the rattle and whalebone
swallows. I send you handshakes
in return. Our son was born
this winter: eight pounds
and eager thirst, no fever.
It was three days of labor
with compress of nettle
and yarrow leaf, every knot
in the house untied. His ears
are tiny shells, hands in fists,
your brown hair. The cradle
is drawn with yellow dories.
For your birthday, a party
without you here: spongecake
and cherryade. Hope you were
given bread and molasses.
My love, remember, the polestar
is not alone, but twinned,
a pair of suns, guiding you North.
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Credit: Robin Beth Schaer, “At Home” from Shipbreaking, published by Anhinga Press. Copyright © 2015 by Robin Beth Schaer. Reprinted with the permission of the author.
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I can’t believe we’re at the end of April. Any chance of keeping this sequence going?
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Oh, I wish I could! It takes an immense amount of time, and during the school year, I simply can’t. It would be wonderful if someone else wanted to pick it up, though — maybe a few bloggers could do it, everyone take a different month, and we can pass the torch around, as it were. I claim April. 😉
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I wish I could take it on. I would do so if I had the time and a separate, dedicated blog somewhere – one that people would actually read. I run three or four, and none is particularly well populated.
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Ah well. Perhaps something will evolve from it later then.
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