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Thursday, May 26, 2011
Almond Town: Poems by Margaret Young.
Almond Town: Poems by Margaret Young. ( Bright Hills Press 94 Church Street POBOX 193 Treadwell, NY.) http://www.brighthillpress.org $16.
Review by Doug Holder
Margaret Young, a fellow faculty member at Endicott College in Beverly, Mass. can define with a skillful selection of words the worlds of sadness and gladness. She can marvel at her youth, but at the same time see the blush turn to a bloom, and foresee its preordained wilt.
I am most struck by her poems about her days in a theatrical troupe she formed decades ago. Here she captures the visceral feel of being young, creative, and supremely alive—but still with a gimlet eye toward the future. Case in point: her poem “Theatrical Residency, Pennsylvania Mining Town,” concerns her life as an actor in a down-at-the heels burg:
“Knelling in the bingo hall
smudges tights with cigarette ash:
this is a church but I’m down
here to rehearse the Wacko Song
as Prince the Wonderdog or plead
that Capulet not marry me to Paris
and its old nunnery next door
is where I knelt once just
inside the entrance to my small
pink room to suck my lover
off: when you’re twenty-five
you think your knees and love
will last forever so you run
up and down slag heaps
in ten dollar sneakers, each tree
younger than you, and back
through street of this slow-
dying town where recorded
Bells wake us every blessed day.”
I loved the image of a young woman running, and running by even younger trees. Fleeting youth framed by a strip of seminal trees-- now why couldn't I think of that!
And in her poem “Movie Set, Pittsburgh” she show us the high holy in the lowly pedestrian:
“Waiting for fake rain
again
we pull blossoms off
the parking lot’s
one
skinny tree.”
Highly Recommended.
Hi Margaret, this looks awesome. You're right in my backyard (We're in North Beverly!).
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