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    Rush to the Lake
    Rush to the Lake
    Rush to the Lake
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    Rush to the Lake

    By Forrest Gander

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    With this extraordinary first collection, Forrest Gander achieves the artful connection between head and heart and loins. These are poems whose chronic desires are poised on a consciousness of equal caliber and force. Line by line he detaches the familiar from old surroundings in language exquisitely cultivated to the edge of excess. It is poetry that prompts us to exult in our intricacy. In allowing us into "the inner circle by the boathouse," Rush To The Lake both disturbs our equilibria and restores us to the unflinching wonder of daily light.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAlice James Books
    Release dateOct 1, 2019
    ISBN9781948579858
    Rush to the Lake
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    Forrest Gander

    Forrest Gander is a translator, cross-genre writer, and former professor at Brown University. He is the recipient of numerous awards, among them the Pulitzer Prize, the Best Translated Book Award, and fellowships from the Library of Congress, the Guggenheim, and United States Artists Foundations. 

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      Book preview

      Rush to the Lake - Forrest Gander

      I

      SYMPATHY FOR THE NOVITIATE

      … as the retainer Benkei, and Yoshitsune escape

      across the tiger’s tail called Minato River

      Shizuka labors on a splintered floor

      and kneads Yoshitsune’s son, feet first, out of her.

      Her small teeth are set deep

      into a wedge of green bamboo.

      Soldiers searching for the ex-lieutenant

      find her shaved

      and dressed as a boy.

      They catch her through the window

      nursing an infant

      whose head they will place on a rock

      in the newly raked garden.

      At this moment the famous pair

      are slipping past a border blockade

      disguised as monks.

      Purposely they stutter vows

      like nervous birds

      since imitation, if pressed too far,

      will cease to impress a likeness.

      In this way they fly another night

      through an absent-minded terrain, the smell of apples

      while Shizuka hangs by her ankles

      and is branded by village policemen.

      Finally the heroes are ambushed,

      their hired men drop their burdens

      of loyalty. Benkei bends, brushing fingertips

      in sand by the water. He staves off

      thirty men, the long rib of his sword,

      his kimono going black,

      the silence of frogs.

      Frozen in a defensive position

      called "total awareness

      in pretense of distraction,"

      he leans

      on the hilt, grinning.

      The men are afraid to attack him.

      They find no vulnerable point.

      In the palanquin just behind, Yoshitsune

      titles his legendary death poem.

      Shizuka is cut down and carried

      to a convent,

      unrecognizable, not yet twenty.

      The wind blows Benkei over. He has been dead.

      Before they reach him

      Yoshitsune, the ex-lieutenant,

      gently poises his dagger

      ornamented with gold phoenixes

      and thinks of summer evenings by the river,

      boat lights.

      And Shizuka goes on living

      the long steady pain his legend admits no part

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