| 12 | 14 | 21 | 23 | 33 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 | 42 | 45 | 49 |
window | * | * | * | | * | | * | | | | | |
mirror | | * | | | * | | | | | * | * | |
house | * | * | | | | * | | | | | | |
wall | * | * | | | | * | * | | * | | | |
room | * | * | | | | | | | | * | | * |
sky | | * | * | | | | | | * | | * | * |
night | | | | * | | | | * | | * | | |
moon | | | | * | * | | | * | * | | * | |
mice | * | | | | | * | | * | | | | |
bird | | * | * | * | | | | | | * | | * |
She re-uses many of her symbols - "cellar"/"basement', "door", "rain", "clock" etc. "window", "night", rooms, birds and "sky" each get over 9 mentions. Here's a table
of the concepts and page-numbers that cluster the most.
It seems from this table that the poem on p.14 ("Sleep") re-uses many of the
common images, though that doesn't make it boring. In it a house is
anthropomorphised (an idea that haunts many of the poems). Then a woman inside
it sleepwalks to a mirror, and sees a bird's skull on the windowsill. Later, in
"Mouse trap" (p.37), there are mice in a house without walls, a carefully
constructed trap, inside and
outside confused again - "
We are mice here, scuttling
through/ dark corridors in each other's heads".
If people figure in poems at all, their only company is the narrational voice. The most common theme is "Things aren't what they seem".
Here are beginning and ending of "Jumble Sale"
Toys are lost from their boxes
and upside down,
jigsaw puzzles
will not make sense
...
Over in bric-à-brac,
a doll with no eyes watches
from behind kitchen scales.
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Some poems are more dream-surreal. "You asked what I was afraid of" ends with
From the far hills, an ant writ large
brings its silhouette closer
to reveal you as an unsaddled rider on its back
The sound of you reciting the first twenty elements
of the periodic table over and over
in the voice of a bull
would be the last thing I hear
as a card flips over
revealing itself to be Alexander the Great, no less
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The surrealism is more literary in "Slot Machine" which starts with
People are pebbles
and windows are mirrors.
When the moon is pushed
down the chimney's throat,
the music begins.
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Format | Frequency |
2 line stanzas | 5 |
3 line stanzas | 14 |
4 line stanzas | 17 |
5 line stanzas | 7 |
6 line stanzas | 4 |
7 line stanzas | 1 |
Misc stanzas | 3 |
Layouts are as regular as I've ever seen. Even the 3 "Misc" layouts are mostly regular. 3 poems have asterisks to separate stanzas, though they're hardly needed - almost
all stanzas longer than 2 lines are end-stopped (there aren't many long
sentences in this book). However, few poems are lists: the most common conceptual structure is to start with some declarative statements - "The ... is ..." - then have a clause beginning with "But", "Even" or "Yet" then end about 12 lines later with a sentence that uses "all", "forever", or "only".
I liked many of the poems on a first reading. I'm less sure about some of them
now, but there are several I would still like to have written.
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