I read her collection Dear, Read and wanted to write a review, but I felt unable to articulate the praise I wanted to give her with the precision and feeling that Michael Palmer and Robert Creeley had already done.
Instead, I will treat you to a new unpublished poem of Lisa’s, which she wrote walking the woods outside Växjö University in Sweden. The poem is unedited, and presents the immediate impressions she had one of the evenings we spent there. I got the original written on a large postcard of the local Gothic castle.
Night in Växjö
And not a single scholar out among the trees
outside the castle where you could be free
in many places, under branches in the
among the stones, or on the moss, or the water
has an edge. The water’s edge. The soul,
I mean the cold, has the soul of a windy night,
a scholar wrote to a cook or thief, who
the things he stole and sometimes stacked them
in the sun like logs: a pot, a stone, a pen.
She climbed the stack and looked and sat.
Also, they went running out among the trees,
the two of them, the many trees,
and the branches grew all around
all around, and the branches grew
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This is a video of my meager attempt to read Lisa’s poems.