a
book of poems by Simrin Tamhane
article
by Michael Todd Steffen
In
the February 13 & 20, 2017 issue of The New Yorker (pp 93-5),
Joyce Carol Oates comments on refugee and fiction writer Viet Thanh
Nguyen. “It is hardly surprising,” Oates writes, that the
displaced person “is obsessed with identity, both personal and
ethnic…likely to be highly sensitive to others’ interpretations
of him and his ‘minority’ culture. And so his peripheral status
confers certain advantages, for he is in a position to see what
others do not.”
The
insight applies to Simrin Tamhane and her expressive debut book of
poems, hundred
and eight prayer flags,
issued this year as part of the Endicott College Young Poets Series
by Ibbetson Street Press (series director Emily Pineau, Founders Dan Sklar, Doug Holder).
Tamhane
sees from her experience and memory, in the title poem, the
embodiment of her natural and homeland energies, in
thousands
of faded mantras printed on
rows
of endless white
prayer
flags that cling
onto
tall bamboo poles while
dancing
with the swirling Himalayan wind… [page 3]
The
poet poignantly documents the significant coincidence of her young
displacement from India to America with the loss of a cherished
grandfather:
When
I was flying
to
the United States, leaving
behind
everything,
the
time zone didn’t let me
know
that you died
until
2 days later…
And
so I lit candles for you,
In
this foreign land,
And
prayed for your soul…
Hidden
in the dorm bathroom,
Silencing
my pain with
Cheap
toilet paper [“my father’s father,” page 9]
The
physical sense of isolation, however, is sustained inwardly with
accompaniment in images of multiplicity like the “hundred and eight
prayer flags” of the poem, or even more subtly in Tamhane’s
choice word for a particular red denoting plenitude:
i
am vermillion
power
clouds [“who am i” p. 6]
The
genius of the poetry, however, while allowing the consolation and
inspiration of memory, faces its counterweight in what has happened
with a striking concluding image:
Goodbye
was 3 pistachios placed
On
your hand while you
Struggled
to have them touch your lips [page 9]
Whether
she is conjuring from her past in India a poor maid that looked after
her, forays with other children stealing passion fruit from her
grandfather’s bamboo trellis, or witnessing the contradictions in
the lives of her young American encounters (a would-be animal-rights
activist who wears a vintage leather jacket, a medical student who
works as a nightclub stripper) Tamhane’s vision is pristine and her
language vivid and to the heart.
Charlotte
Gordon has called this book “luminous and clear-sighted.” Mark
Herlihy has noted the range of Tamhane’s powers of empathy which
convey “loss, longing and heartache on personal and universal
levels.” It is a promising first collection, accented with talent,
imagination and consideration.
Michael
Todd Steffen curates the Hastings Room
Reading Series in Cambridge. His poetry and articles have appeared in The Boston Globe, Connecticut Review, Poem (HLA), ACM (Another Chicago
Magazine), Ibbetson Street, Taos Journal
and in the window of the Grolier Poetry Bookshop. His first book Partner, Orchard,
Day Moon was published in April of 2014 by Cervena Barva Press edited by Gloria
Mindock.
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