The Steiny Road Poet in her 9th day of exploring
the Birmingham
Poetry Review
volume 40 offers thoughts on “I Am Love” by Lesley Jenike. The poem written in long-lined couplets seems like a logical follow-on to the
discussion of Deborah Ager’s “A Treatise on Leaving” because Jenike's poem deals with love and loss.
Jenike’s
poem involves a peripatetic musing through the seaside landscape of Maine as
filtered by the first-person narrator’s mental inventory of painters that
include Botticelli, Rothko, Bosch, and Klimt. The Steiny Poet finds the
ekphrastic shading more fey than informative. The narrator presents herself in
a theatrical, if not forced devout, way—“…as I walked/and made a list of props
for my Madonna to pray to: eggs, chalk,//a bowl of pasta, kindness, a sad
Rothko for the sky…” or “To reach epiphany/ a woman would climb any cliff over
any ocean. She is a mystery//of both great height and depth.”
The I narrator
reveals that she has come to Lighthouse Hill to get in touch with her emotional
life—“I came to this island to stalk my heart’s//pheasant, to scale Lighthouse
Hill, to circle the graveyard/ and trace its names with my finger.” What stops
her is the 1858 grave of a sixteen-month-old child, “Clara Emma, only daughter
of Henry and Marinda Studley.” Reflecting on this loss, she comments, “It’s
hard enough to live, let alone wander for a vision of the living, isn’t it?”
and then conjures “Clara Emma’s parents in black wool burying her.” Reaching into her artistic toolbox, she
likens this vision of the grieving parents to “a vision/ more absolute than a
ruby Klimt [known for his colorful paintings of a pregnant woman] or the
scented heaven in The Garden of Earthly
Delights [by Hieronymus Bosch].”
The poem
is prefaced with an epigraph from Shakespeare’s play The Tempest—“Canst thou remember/ a time before we came unto this
cell?” The quote is Prospero speaking to his daughter Miranda. He is asking her
if she remembers her life before three years of age, that is, before their life
on the island where they were shipwrecked. The word cell neatly reverberates with the title of Jenike’s poem. The
Steiny Poet assumes that “I Am Love” refers to Clara Emma, as the product of
her parent’s lovemaking, that cell
that took life for sixteen short months. The last lines of the poem though
addressing Clara Emma’s parents could easily be ascribed to Prospero and
Miranda—“They stand stolid in their grief, the first Garden’s//epitome:
monochromatic, shy, without ruse, together gazing/ at the Atlantic raging on an
island where brutality rephrased them.”
Stylistically,
Jenike uses a lot of exact repetition—“I walked the long way to town,
wanting to be Botticelli as I walked…” or “What if I could cry over something like the sky//as well as
over Bosch’s version of the sky?” Her repetition augments her rhymes,
which appear in this poem without regularity as end rhyme and as internal rhyme. Given the compelling story around the dead
baby, the Steiny Poet thinks this piece is better suited to flash fiction.
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